“No.”
“Friends, acquaintances?”
“No; I am very quiet. And since I knew your brother, I see no one. Nobody comes here but him for a long time now.”
“How long?”
“Five months.”
“Have you been out to-day?”
“No.”
“What have you been doing?”
“Crying.”
It was said with a certain dreadful simplicity, and pressing her hands together, she went on: