Whatever she did (and it was much), or whatever said (and her mouth was pregnant), was with a fixed gaze on him.
'Being on the other side of the bier from him she watched, she put her arms over the dead body, as a priest at mass broods upon the Host he is making.

And looking shrewdly at the Count, "If the dead could speak, John," she said, "if the dead could speak, how think you it would report concerning you and me ?" '"Ha, Madame!" says Count John, shaking like a leafy tree, "what is this ?" Madame Alois removed my handkerchief.

The horror was still there.
'"He did me kindness," she said, looking wistfully at the empty face; "he tried to serve me this way and that way." She stroked it, then looked again at the Count.

"But then you came, John; and you he loved above all.

How have you served him, John, my bonny lad?
Eh, Saviour!" She looked up on high--"Eh, Saviour, if the dead could speak!" 'No more than the dead could John speak; but King Richard answered her.
'"Madame," he said, "the dead hath spoken, and I have answered it.