Emily was almost the only visitor at the hour she chose.

She had given directions for the raising of a stone at the grave-head; as yet there was only the newly-sodded hillock.

Close at hand was a grave on which friends placed hot-house flowers, sheltering them beneath glass.

Emily had no desire to express her mourning in that way; the flower of her love was planted where it would not die.
But she longed to bring her time of waiting to an end.

The steps she had as yet taken had led to nothing.