When Grey came in, Hannah, who was already draped in her mourning robe
which Lucy had provided for her, went up to him, and putting her arms
around him, said, very low and gently, but with no sadness in the tone:
"Oh, Grey, I am so glad you have come and sorry you are suffering so
from headache, but I know just how you loved him and how he loved
you--better than anything else in the world. Will you come with me and
see him now? He looks so calm and peaceful and happy, just as you never
saw him look."
"Oh, no, no!" Grey cried, wrenching himself from her. "I cannot see him;
don't ask me, please."
"Not see your grandfather who loved you so much? Oh, Grey!" Hannah
exclaimed, with both wonder and reproach in her voice. "I want you to
remember him as he looks now, so different from what he was in life."
"But I cannot," Grey said, "I never saw any one dead; I cannot bear it,"
and going from her he took a seat in the kitchen as far as possible from
the bedroom which held so much horror for him.
He knew his grandfather was not there, for he was lying in his coffin in
the front room, where Lucy Grey had put the flowers brought from the
conservatory at Grey's Park.
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