Before night all hope was gone.

Dr Hart had said it was death; Anthony's body had been carried to the house, and every one there knew the calamity that had fallen on them.
Caterina had been questioned by Dr Hart, and had answered briefly that she found Anthony lying in the Rookery.

That she should have been walking there just at that time was not a coincidence to raise conjectures in any one besides Mr.Gilfil.Except in answering this question, she had not broken her silence.

She sat mute in a corner of the gardener's kitchen shaking her head when Maynard entreated her to return with him, and apparently unable to think of anything but the possibility that Anthony might revive, until she saw them carrying away the body to the house.
Then she followed by Sir Christopher's side again, so quietly, that even Dr Hart did not object to her presence.
It was decided to lay the body in the library until after the coroner's inquest to-morrow; and when Caterina saw the door finally closed, she turned up the gallery stairs on her way to her own room, the place where she felt at home with her sorrows.

It was the first time she had been in the gallery since that terrible moment in the morning, and now the spot and the objects around began to reawaken her half-stunned memory.