“Here he suddenly broke down, and threw his arms round my shoulders and laid his head on my breast, crying:— «Oh, Jack! Jack! What shall I do! The whole of life seems gone from me all at once, and there is nothing in the wide world for me to live for.» I comforted him as well as I could. In such cases men do not need much expression. A grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart.
I stood still and silent till his sobs died away, and then I said softly to him:—
«Come and look at her.»
Together we moved over to the bed, and I lifted the lawn from her face. God! how beautiful she was.”