Browning had forebodings of evil, though there seemed to be no special cause to warrant his apprehension.

On the last evening--June 28, 1861--she herself had no anticipation of what was at hand, and talked of their summer plans.

When she slept, her slumber was heavy and disturbed.

At four in the morning her husband was alarmed and sent to summon the doctor; but she assured him that his fears were exaggerated.
Then inestimable words were spoken which lived forever in his heart.

And so "smilingly, happily, with a face like a girl's," resting her head upon her husband's cheek, she passed away.[83] FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 70: Letters of E.B.B.