An astute nerve specialist might have used the same method with a patient.
There was a moment or so of silence in which the immense eyes gazed before her almost _through_ him--piteously.
"I will do anything I am told to do," she said at last.

After she had said it she turned and looked at the Duchess.
The Duchess held out both her hands.

They were held so far apart that it seemed almost as if they were her arms.

Robin swept towards the broad footstool but reaching it she pushed it aside and knelt down laying her face upon the silken lap sobbing soft and low.
"All the world is covered with dead--beautiful boys!" her sobbing said.
"All alone and dead--dead!".