He had not been prepared for such a sight; indeed it was the first such sight that he had ever seen, and it shocked him beyond words.

Augusta, familiarised as she was herself with the companionship of this beauteous clay cold Terror, had forgotten that, suddenly and without warning to bring the living into the presence of the dead, is not the wisest or the kindest thing to do.
For, to the living, more especially to the young, the sight of death is horrible.

It is such a fearsome comment on their health and strength.
Youth and strength are merry; but who can be merry with yon dead thing in the upper chamber?
Take it away! thrust it underground! it is an insult to us; it reminds us that we, too, die like others.

What business has its pallor to show itself against our ruddy cheeks?
"I beg your pardon," whispered Augusta, realising something of all this in a flash, "I forgot, you do not know--you must be shocked--Forgive me!" "Who is it ?" he said, gasping to get back his breath.
"My sister," she answered.

"It was to try and save her life that I wanted the money.