Thus had Uncle Richard been wandering every day since his brother's death.

Restlessly he passed in and out of one room after another, then up and down the long ballroom; now and again into the room where the body lay, ever to and fro, in and out, the whole livelong day, and far into the night.
Rachel was more grieved at the loss of her father than she could have believed possible during his lifetime.

But a change had lately taken place in her nature; she, who was so exacting towards others, was now brought to examine herself, and could see how much there was in her own nature which required reform.

She could now see plainly enough, that it was principally her own fault that she and her father had not understood each other better.

It was only during his illness, that they had both come to know how many ideas they had in common, and what they might have been to each other.