Robert Browning's wife died, stricken by the death of her sister, and almost as hard (it is a characteristic touch) by the death of Cavour.

She died alone in the room with Browning, and of what passed then, though much has been said, little should be.

He, closing the door of that room behind him, closed a door in himself, and none ever saw Browning upon earth again but only a splendid surface..