Harold knelt with her; for a little while she remained still and silent, praying inwardly.

Then she rose, and taking her great bunch of flowers placed them lovingly on the lid of the coffin above where she thought her mother's heart would be.

Then she turned to Harold, her eyes flowing and her cheeks wet with tears, and laid her head against his breast.

Her arms could not go round his neck till he had bent his head, for with his great height he simply towered above her.

Presently she was quiet; the paroxysm of her grief had passed.