"Lord, I thank thee for this great mercy! 'Now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace.'" The words came low and faintly from the lips already growing cold in death, a gasp for breath followed, and all was still, no sound in the room but Zoe's wild weeping, while with silent caresses Edward held her to his heart.
They laid him to rest in the nearest Protestant cemetery, for such had been his request.
In answer to a question from her young husband, Zoe said, "No, no.

I shall not wear mourning! I detest it, and so did papa.

He made me promise I would not wear it for him.

I shall dress in white whenever it is suitable.
That is if you like it," she added quickly.

"Oh, I shall try to please you always, dear Edward, for you are all I have in the world, and so, so dear and good to me!" and her head went down upon his breast.
"My darling little wife!" he said, holding her close, "you are so dear and lovely in my eyes that I find you beautiful in everything you wear.