Hogarth, meantime, having seen the chamber before him empty, in his headlong way had entered, and the guess now in Harris' mind was this: “It's a girl: a night out”.... He hesitated, Hogarth being once within the house and lost to him, but after some minutes dared to follow. Hogarth, meantime, had seen that the light came from a death-taper, with which was a vessel of water for ceremonial purification, and a napkin, here being all the preparations for _tahara_ (washing); and suddenly, in a near room, arose the clamorous dole of _shivah_ (the seven mourning-days), Rachel weeping for her children, because they are not: a Jew was dead: “shema, Yisrael...”: and this explained Rebekah's stay there, for the bereaved may not leave the house. A peer at the bed--a covered face--pierced him with a compunction like shame: here was _kodesh_, and he a desecrator with his earthy passion: so he turned to beat a retreat by the way he had come--when a faint sound that way, made by Harris; and, instead, he leapt lightly through a window five feet above the garden. Some moments later Harris, entering on prowling all-fours, and seeing the bed-clothes hang immediately near, stole under; waited: no sound save the singsong lament; and “O Gawd”, thought he, cynic even in his palest agitation, “there shall be weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth”....But that Hogarth had not come to wail and gnash he felt convinced: if he heard no sound above him, that might be because of the sounds around; so he crawled barely out, and, kneeling, put up a most cautious groping hand, the bed being in the darkest part of the room; someone there: and swiftly as a dolphin twists to dart and snap, his knife was in a breast and instantly ready to strike its expected bedfellow. But the breast was alone, the breast of Estrella, the Prophetess, four days dead. Harris snatched off the face-cloth, peered upon a noble old visage, fixed now in trance, and said: “Well, I'm--” Now he ran, but in the kitchen stopped wild-eyed. It I might be murder-he was not certain; at least it was out-rage, and he might be traced: there was the cabman who had brought him--his absence from the Palace---“Bah! it can't be proved....” But still, if he were even arrested, and Hogarth got to hear of his presence about the Court--that would spoil all. He listened: all that part of the house a settled solitude, the servants themselves sitting _shivah_; and back he ran, seized upon the little old body, not now stiff, _rigor mortis_ having passed, saw that the sheet was unstained, and snatched her away out to the bottom of the garden where shrubbery and holly-hedge formed a jungle.