This pause was the only sign of distress which she gave, and in a few moments she went on, speaking quite simply, without any of the affectations of grief.

"It was trying to wait outside that door while the afternoon faded and the night came.
It was night, of course, long before the end.

He would have no lamp left in his room.

One imagined him just the other side of that thin door-panel, lying very still and silent in the great four-poster bed with his face towards the hills, and the light falling.

One imagined the room slipping away into darkness, and the windows continually looming into a greater importance, and the dog by his side and no one else, right to the very end.