She lay in bed with open eyes, by the light of a single burned-down candle, gazing at the carved cornice of the ceiling and at the shadow of the screen that covered part of it, while she vividly pictured to herself how he would feel when she would be no more, when she would be only a memory to him.

" How could I say such cruel things to her?" he would say.

" How could I go out of the room without saying anything to her? But now she is no more.