There she stood at the grave, looking so calm, when Charlie was sobbing so that he could hardly hold himself up.

Well, it really wasn't respectable.

I think, at least, I would keep my veil down, and keep my handkerchief up.

Poor Charlie! he came to me at last; and I gave way.

I was completely broken down, I must confess.
Poor fellow! he told me there was no conceiving his misery.