She mourned for the dead with the candour of a child and the feeling of a woman.

When she, too, had gone to the house of the dead to pray, her tears flowed abundantly; and they were genuine.

The girl did not weep merely on account of the deceased, for she could not know his real worth and merits; she grieved quite as much on Okoya's account.

The boy had been to see her every evening of late.

He was there on the night when the corpse was brought home, and they heard the wail and rushed out on the roof.