He was told that Lady Mabel would be down to him directly.
As he looked about him he could see that already had been
commenced that work of division of spoil which is sure to follow
the death of most of us. Things were already gone which used to be
familiar to his eyes, and the room, though not dismantled, had
been deprived of many of its little prettiness and was ugly.
In about ten minutes she came down to him,--with so soft a step
that he would not have been aware of her entrance had he not seen
her form in the mirror. Then, when he turned round to greet her,
he was astonished by the blackness of her appearance. She looked
as though she had become ten years older since he had last seen
her. As she came up to him she was grave and almost solemn in her
gait, but there was no sign of any tears. Why should there have
been a tear? Women weep, and men too, not from grief, but from
emotion. Indeed, grave and slow as she was her step, and serious,
almost solemn, as was her gait, there was something of a smile on
her mouth as she gave him her hand.
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