As she grew more calm, she attempted to imagine what life would be without the companionship of Bosio.

That was what she should miss, for she was but little nearer to love than that.

It all looked so blank and gloomy that she cried again, out of sheer desolation and loneliness.

But of this she was somewhat ashamed, and she presently dried her eyes again.
She did not like to leave her room, either.

It seemed to her that death was outside, walking up and down throughout the rest of the house, until poor Bosio should be taken away.