(The windows were open and the night was very still.) Richard started, and looked uneasily at his watch, stepping to the door to get the light.
"How late is it ?" I faltered.
"Half-past three," he said, turning his eyes away, as if he could not bear the sight of my face.

I do not like to remember the dreadful moments that followed this: the misery that I put upon Richard by my passionate, ungoverned grief.

I threw myself upon the floor, I clung to his knees, I prayed him to delay the hour of going--another hour, another day.

I said all the wild and frantic things that were in my heart, as he closed the library-door and led me to my room.
"Try to say your prayers, Pauline," was all he could answer me.
I did try to say them, as I knelt by the window, and saw in the dull, gray dawn, those two carriages drive slowly from the door.
Richard went away alone.

Kilian indeed came down-stairs just as he was starting.
Sophie had awakened, and called him into her room for a few moments.
Then he came down, and I saw him get into the carriage alone, and motion the man to drive on, after that other--which stood waiting a few rods farther on..