When Louise heard the news from her sister Josephine that her husband had died, she wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms.
Louise...Brently, he...has passed.
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one to follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless as she looked through her window...
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler crying his wa