She heard her brother and his two assistant priests beginning other prayers, in a louder voice, a sort of litany, it seemed.
She found Carr was beside her descending the stairs.
"What is that?" she whispered.
"The prayers for the commendation of a departing soul; she is going. God rest her and give her peace."
"Amen," said Lucy.
They came down into the hall, where they stood for a moment quite alone. Both were greatly agitated, both felt drawn together by some great power.
"How beautiful it is!" Carr said at length. "Our Lord is with her. May we all die so."
"Poor, dear woman!"
"In a few moments she will be in the supreme and ineffable glory of Paradise. I want to see trees and flowers, to think happily of the wonderful mercy and goodness of God among the things He has made. I should like to walk in the park for an hour, to hear the birds and see the children play. Will you come with me?"
"Yes, I will come."