Read the following passage and answer the question at the bottom. This passage is from James Joyce's short story "The Dead" (1914). She was fast asleep Gabriel, leaning on his ebow, looked for a few moments unresenthly on her tangled hair and half open mouth, listening to her deep-drawn breath. So she had had that romance in her Me: a man had died for her sake. It hardly pained him now to think how poor a part he her husband, had played in her Me. He watched her while she slept, as though he and she had never lived together as man and wite. His curious eyes rested long upon her face and on her hair and, as he thought of what she must have been then, in that time of her lest girlsh beauty, a swange, Fendy pity for her entered his soul. He did not like to say even to himself that her face was no longer beautiful but he knew that It was no longer the face for which Michael Furey had braved death Perhaps she had not told him all the story. His eyes moved to the chair over which she had thrown some of her clothes. Apeticoat string dangled to the floor One boot stood upright is limp upper falen down; the fellow of It lay upon is side He wondered at his not of emotions of an hour before. From what had it proceeded? From his aunt's supper, from his own foolish speech, from the whe and dancing, the merry-making when saying good-night in the half, the pleasure of the wak along the river in the snow Poor Aunt Julat She too, would soon be a shade with the shade of Patrick Morkan and his horse. He had caught that haggard look upon her face for a moment when she was singing Arrayed for the Bridal. Soon perhaps, he would be sitting in that same drawing-room, dressed in black, his sik hat on his knees.The blinds would be drawn down and Aunt Kate would be sitting beside him.crying and blowing her nose and teling him how Jula had died. He would cast about in his mind for some words that might console her and would find only lame and useless ones Yes, yes: that would happen very soon. The air of the room chiled his shoulders. He stretched himself cautiously along under the sheets and lay down beside his wife. One by one they were all becoming shades Better pass bokly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to be Generous tears lied Gabrief's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend their wayward and fickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impolitable world the sold world tself which these dead had one time reared and lived in was dissolving and dwinding light taps upon the pare made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again He watched sleeply the fakes, sliver and dark falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his purney westward Yes, the newspapers were right snow was peneral all over treland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain on the treeless hils falling sottly upon the Bog of Allen and,farther westward, softy falling into the dark muthous Shannon waves. It was falling, too.upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey by buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling fairily through the universe and fairdy falling.like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. The narrator's tone in the passage is best described as Content and concluatory Detached and apathetic Regretial but accepting Mouning ak neverent