I gave him my hand, and said nothing.

On entering the room above, I saw the aged mother and her son supporting the much-loved daughter and sister: the son's wife sat weeping in a window- seat, with a child on her lap: two or three persons attended in the room to discharge any office which friendship or necessity might require.
I sat down by the bedside.

The mother could not weep, but now and then sighed deeply, as she alternately looked at Elizabeth and at me.

The big tear rolled down the brother's cheek, and testified an affectionate regard.

The good old man stood at the foot of the bed, leaning upon the post, and unable to take his eyes off the child from whom he was so soon to part.
Elizabeth's eyes were closed, and as yet she perceived me not.