Date: 1891
The presence among them of this one tragic face, perfectly colourless, self-com- manded, silent, wrapped in an abstraction which nobody could penetrate, had the strangest impressive effect upon them.  They did not dare to speak even to each other, but signed to each other for things they wanted, and worked like so many machines , fearing even to turn their eyes to- wards her.  Miss Jean, quite unable to control herself after this mysterious blow which she had given without knowing, had retired to the parlour, where she sat alone and cried, she knew not why.