This was the effect of the coming in of death into busy, household life.

I had never been under the roof with it before.
About dusk a servant came to the door, with a tray of tea and something to eat, that Mr.Richard had sent her with.
"No," I said, "don't leave it here." But, in a few moments, Richard himself brought it back.

I can well imagine how anxious and unhappy he felt.

He had, perhaps, never before had charge of any one ill or in trouble, and this was a strange experience.
"You must eat something, Pauline," he said.

"I want you to.