In front of the fireplace Simonne and Clarisse were now standing talking to Lea de Horn, who was seated, while by the bed, to the left of the door, Rose Mignon, perched on the edge of a chest, sat gazing fixedly at the body where it lay hidden in the shadow of the curtains.

All the others had their hats and gloves on and looked as if they were paying a call: she alone sat there with bare hands and untidy hair and cheeks rendered pale by three nights of watching.

She felt stupid in the face of this sudden death, and her eyes were swollen with weeping.

A shaded lamp standing on the corner of the chest of drawers threw a bright flood of light over Gaga.
"What a sad misfortune, is it not ?" whispered Lucy as she shook hands with Rose.

"We wanted to bid her good-by." And she turned round and tried to catch sight of her, but the lamp was too far off, and she did not dare bring it nearer.