She had heard the horses prancing as they were being led away to their distant stables, the hurrying of servant's feet as they had all gone within to rest: the house also was quite still.

In two separate suites of apartments, just above the magnificent reception-rooms, lights were still burning, they were her rooms, and his, well divided from each other by the whole width of the house, as far apart as their own lives had become.

Involuntarily she sighed--at that moment she could really not have told why.
She was suffering from unconquerable heartache.

Deeply and achingly she was sorry for herself.

Never had she felt so pitiably lonely, so bitterly in want of comfort and of sympathy.