"I thank you most truly, sir, for your confidence. That dread has haunted me for many weeks. It is a true, real agony. My poor, poor mother!" Her lips now began to quiver, and he let her have the relief of tears, sure of her power of self-control to check them.
A few tears--those were all she shed, before she recollected the many questions she longed to ask.
"Will there be much suffering?"

'I thank you most truly, sir, for your confidence. That dread has haunted me for many weeks. My poor, poor mother!' Her lips began to quiver, and he let her have the relief of tears.
She shed only a few, before she recollected the many questions she longed to ask.
'Will there be much suffering?'
