Tall wax- candles burned in it dimly, but adding to its solemn shadows with their faint light; and in his rich coffin the dead man lay in his shroud, his hands like carvings of yellowed ivory clasped upon his breast.
Mistress Anne dared not have entered the place alone, and was so overcome at sight of the pinched nostrils and sunk eyes that she turned cold with fear.

But Clorinda seemed to feel no dread or shrinking.

She went and stood beside the great funeral-draped bed of state on which the coffin lay, and thus standing, looked down with a grave, protecting pity in her face.

Then she stooped and kissed the dead man long upon the brow.
"I will sit by you to-night," she said.

"That which lies here will be alone to-morrow.