CHAPTER 85 - THE MOURNING ---- CAPÍTULO 85 - EL DUELO
A long moment passed. A blackbird alighted upon the bell tower of the chapel. The wind, which usually blew mercilessly in that place, had strangely fallen still. The tops of the oak trees they had left behind remained unnaturally motionless. When Lady Clementine bent down to lay the flowers upon the gravestone, Sir Winston said softly: 'She was a good woman — one of the very few people I have known in my life who truly were, and without the slightest effort.' 'Yes. And she, at least, has her gravestone.' And upon hearing this, Cousin Winston broke down. His sobbing was uncontrollable. Clementine tried in vain to comfort him, whilst Charlotte, not quite knowing what to do, merely stared at the gravestone bearing her mother's name, feeling somehow as though she were receiving a monumental telling-off from beyond the grave. After a few tense moments, Sir Winston regained his composure. They remained in silence for a while longer, and then Sir Winston slowly put on ...
