'Do not.'
'Not in speech, then.'
They went into the tasteful little sitting-room below, where the stillness closed upon them as a consciousness of loss.
'You have comforted her each day,' he said.
'It has been my one happiness.'
'I could not wish for better than for her to have known you.'
'Say that for me. I have gained. She left her last words for you with me. They were love, love... pride in her son: thanks to God for having been thought worthy to give him birth.'
'She was one of the noble women of earth.'
'She was your mother. Let me not speak any more. I think I will now go. I am rarely given to these—'
The big drops were falling.