The son-in-law, after a long silence, said:
“There’s nothing more to do; I can’t help him. It’s a nuisance, just the same, because the weather is good and we’ve got a lot of work to do.”
His wife seemed annoyed at this idea. She reflected a few moments and then said:
“He won’t be buried till Saturday, and that will give you all day tomorrow.”
The peasant thought the matter over and answered:
“Yes, but to-morrow I’ll have to invite the people to the funeral. That means five or six hours to go round to Tourville and Manetot, and to see everybody.”
The woman, after meditating two or three minutes, declared:
“It isn’t three o’clock yet. You could begin this evening and go all round the country to Tourville. You can just as well say that he’s dead, seem’ as he’s as good as that now.”
The man stood perplexed for a while, weighing the pros and cons of the idea. At last he declared:
“Well, I’ll go!”