The fresh, cool night-air came in from the large window, open at the top.
His face was, as Richard said, much as in life, only quieter.

I do not know what length of time Richard left me there, but at last, I was recalled to the present, by his hand upon my shoulder, and his voice in a whisper, "Come with me now, Pauline." I rose to my feet, hardly understanding what he said, but resisted when I did understand him.
"Come with me," he said, gently, "You shall come back again and say good-bye.

Only come out into the hall and stay awhile with me; it is not good for you to be here so long." He took my hand and led me out, shutting the door noiselessly.

He took me across the hall, and into the parlor, where there was no light, except what came in from the hall.

There was a sofa opposite the door, and to that he led me, standing himself before me, with his perplexed and careworn face.