They went into the dining-room.

It was a miserable sight--the very picture of the soul of a drunkard.

The thick carpet was sodden--spongy like a bed of moss after heavy rains; the leather chairs looked diseased; the colour was all gone from the table; the paper hung loose from the walls; and everything lay where the water, after floating it about, had let it drop as it ebbed.
She ascended the old stone stair which led to her father's rooms above, went into his study, in which not a hair was out of its place, and walked towards the window to look across to where once had been her own chamber.

But as she approached it, there, behind the curtain, she saw her father, motionless, looking out.

She turned pale, and stood.