He stirred slightly, and opened his eyes once more.
Once more they fell on Fay, and it seemed to her as if with the last touch of his cold lips upon her hand their relation of husband and wife had ceased.

Even at that moment she realised with a sinking sense of impotence how slight her hold on him from first to last had been.
Clearly he had already forgotten it, passed beyond it, would never remember it again.
"It is spring," he said, looking full at her with tender fixity, and for a moment she thought his mind was wandering.

"Spring once more.

The sun shines.

He does not see them, the spring and the sunshine.