"Sit down and wait here." He did not want her to hear the stealthy tread of the undertaker's men, to meet the coffin which they were going to bring downstairs and place in the hall.

"I will bring him in here.

Is there anything you would like me to say to him, my dear ?" he asked, and spoke with a certain hesitancy; for as yet he had not spoken of her future, feeling that her grief was too recent, too sacred, to permit of the obtrusion of material and worldly matters.
"To say to him ?" she repeated, in a low, dull voice, as if she did not understand.
"Yes," he said.

"I did not know whether you had formed any plan, whether"-- he hesitated again, "you had thought of going--of paying a visit--to these relations of yours.

He lives in the north of London, and has a wife and son and daughter, as you know." Ida passed her hand across her brow, trying to remember.
"Ah, yes," she said at last, "I remember you told me about them.