None of the women of the family were present.

They had made their parting in the familiar room that seemed, even at that distracting hour, full of Martha's dear presence.

But Jane, sitting afterwards at its open window, heard the soft singing of those who went to the grave mouth with the child, and when a little later John and Harry returned together, she knew that _all had been_.
She did not go to meet them, but John came to her.

"Let me help you, dear one," he said tenderly.

"One is here who will give you comfort." "None can comfort me.