"But I can't quite make out from the surgeon's statements whether he was infected accidentally or whether he was actually experimenting on himself."
Kitty grew very pale. The suggestion made her shudder. Waddington took her hand.
"Forgive me for talking about this again," he said gently, "but I thought it might comfort you—I know how frightfully difficult it is on these occasions to say anything that is of the least use—I thought it might mean something to you that Walter died a martyr to science and to his duty."
Kitty shrugged her shoulders with a suspicion of impatience.
"Walter died of a broken heart," she said.
Waddington did not answer. She turned and looked at him slowly. Her face was white and set.
"What did he mean by saying: the dog it was that died? What is it?"
"It's the last line of Goldsmith's Elegy."
[lxvii]
Next morning Kitty went to the convent. The girl who opened the door seemed surprised to see her and when Kitty had been for a few minutes about her work the Mother Superior came in. She went up to Kitty and took her hand.