HARRY. I suppose that is what made them come to me as I sat here. Tell me about them.
MRS. OTERY. It is little I know. They were dead and gone before my time, the old man and his wife.
HARRY. It’s not them I am asking you about.
MRS. OTERY. They had a son-in-law, a sailor. The war made a great man of him before it drowned him.
HARRY. I know that; he was my father. Hard I used to think him, but I know better now. Go on, there’s the other one.
MRS. OTERY (reluctantly). That was all.
HARRY. There is one more.
MRS. OTERY. If you must speak of her, she is dead too. I never saw her in life.
HARRY. Where is she buried?
MRS. OTERY. Down by the church.