And he knew, as clearly, that the others in the room felt the same thing.

He turned his glance from the window towards Kate Cumberland.

Her face was upturned.

There was about it a transparent pallor; the eyes were large and darkly ringed; the lips parted into the saddest and the most patient of smiles; and the slender fingers were interwoven and pressed against the base of her throat.
For the first time he saw how the fire that was so manifest in the old man had been consuming her, also.

It left no mark of the coming of death upon her.