She seemed some other person.

I talked to her of what was to be done.

What a task that was, for I could scarcely utter words myself.
She suddenly brightened when I spoke of the crematory and what Grant's wishes were.
"It must be as he wished," she said--"as he wished, in each small detail." Then she said no more, and all the rest was left to me.
She was quiet and grave at the funeral of her husband and my friend.
She shed no tears; she uttered not a word.

She listened quietly while I told her how I had arranged to carry out all his wishes about himself, or, rather, about his tenement.

She did not accompany me.
There came with me on that journey only the Ape, who was red of eye and vainly trying to conceal it all.