Whatever he had wished to say would remain unsaid forever.

Charles laid him down, and stood a long time looking at the set face.

The likeness to Raymond seemed to be fading away under the touch of the Mighty Hand, but the look of Ruth, the better look, remained.
At last he turned away and went out, stopping to wake the old nurse, heavily asleep in the passage.

His horse was brought round for him from somewhere, and he mounted and rode away.

He had no idea how long he had been there.