But Veronica's tears flowed on.
At first it was only sorrow, real and heartfelt, without any attempt to reason and explain.

But by and by she began to ask herself questions for the dead man's sake.

In her dreams the sweet words he had spoken in the evening had come back to her, and when she had first opened her eyes at the sound of Elettra's voice she had thought that she saw his eyes before her in the dimness, before the windows were all opened.

She had not loved him yet, but those words of his had touched something which would have felt, by and by.

And suddenly, he was gone.