The mother clung a moment to the side of the door, unconsciously resisting those who tried to lead her away.

The kind grey eyes of the Governor-General rested upon her, but he made no effort to approach or speak to her.

Only his stillness kept the crowd still.
Elizabeth at her window watched the scene--the tall figure of his Excellency--the bowed woman--the throng of officials and of mourners.
Over the head of the Governor-General a couple of flags swelled in a light breeze--the Union Jack and the Maple Leaf; beyond the heads of the crowd there was a distant glimpse of the barracks of the Mounted Police; and then boundless prairie and floating cloud.
At last the mother yielded, and was led to the carriage behind the coffin.

Gently, with bent head, Lord Wrekin made his way to her.

But no one heard what passed between them.