“What do you think then?”
“I should think old age had something to do with it, sir.”
“Likely enough, but you know more than that!”
“I shouldn't wonder, sir, if he were troubled in his mind.”
“What makes you think so?”
“It is reasonable to think so, sir. He knows he must die before long, and it is dreadful to leave everything you care for, and go where there is nothing you care for!”
“How do you know there is nothing he would care for?”
“What is there, sir, he would be likely to care for?”
“There is his wife. He was fond of her, I suppose, and you pious people fancy you will see each other again.”
“The thought of seeing her would give him little comfort, I am afraid, in parting with the things he has here. He believes a little somehow—I can't understand how.”