Beside the dead, men speak in whispers, as if the deepest rest of all could be broken by the sound of a living voice.

Just so, though the soul was evidently beyond the reach of all intimations from the senses, the two ladies, who sat beside her, spoke in the gentlest tones of subdued sorrow.

"She has lain so for an hour." "This cannot last long, I fear." "How much thinner she has grown within the last few weeks! If she would only speak, and explain what she suffers, it would be better for her.
I think she has visions in her trances, but nothing can induce her to refer to them when she is awake." "Does she ever speak in these trances ?" "I have never heard her; but they say she walks sometimes, and once put the whole household in a terrible fright by disappearing for a whole hour, and returning drenched with rain, and almost dead with exhaustion and fright.

But even then she would give no account of what had happened." A scarce audible murmur from the yet motionless lips of the lady here startled her attendants.

After several ineffectual attempts at articulation, the word "COSMO!" burst from her.