Why ?' She saw he knew why: it was written broadly on his face: and dropped her head upon her hands with one prolonged low cry.
Let him remember it in that room, years to come.

It has faded from the air, before he breaks the silence.

It may pass as quickly from his brain, as he believes, but it is there.

Let him remember it in that room, years to come! He took her by the arm.

His hand was cold, and loose, and scarcely closed upon her.
'You are tired, I daresay,' he said, taking up the light, and leading her towards the door, 'and want rest.