Mary Olivier: A Life · Book V · Chapter XXXIV · Chapter 34 10

It was really bedtime. She was sitting up in the armchair while Catty who was Jenny made her bed. The long white sheet lay smooth and flat on the high mattress; it hung down on the floor.

Mamma was afraid of the white sheet. She wouldn’t go back to bed.

“There’s a coffin on the bed. Somebody’s died of cholera,” she said.

Cholera? That was what she thought Mark had died of.

She knows who I am now.