The visitor shuddered, and looked at him fearfully, as his eager eyes seemed to threaten her. She hastened precipitately toward the door.
Eliza, putting the utmost constraint upon herself, rose and ushered her out.
Mrs. Fabian uttered a brief good-bye. Eliza was beyond speech.
While the visitor entered her waiting car, and sank with relief among its cushions, the mourner stood, her back against the closed door, and her eyes closed.
Restrained drops ran down her cheeks in well-worn ruts, and occasionally a spasmodic sob shook the slight form.
Pluto came to her feet, his short tail stiffly outstretched and his half-closed eyes lifted to the sightless face. In the long silence he rubbed himself against her feet in token of forgiveness.