Of late she had been living somewhere abroad.

The clothes she had last worn were of foreign make, very poor and threadbare; and there was one little box in her room at the inn that had been made at Rouen, for the name of a Rouen trunkmaker was on the inside of the lid.

There were no letters or papers of any kind in the box; so you see there was no way of finding out what the poor creature's life had been.

All her sister could do was to stay with her and comfort her to the last, and to see that she was quietly laid to rest in a decent grave.

She was buried in a quiet little city churchyard, somewhere where there are green trees among the smoke of the chimney-pots.