"Oh yes, I think! There iss no one very sick. Mr. Hamon he wass a very old man and he died very sudden. He wass just knocking a nail in the pigsty and he drop down and died."
"Poor old man!"
"He wass very old and he wass a good man. No one ever said any harm of old Mr. Hamon."
"Then if no one else dies we'll say the following Wednesday," said Graeme. "And if—well, if anything happens to prevent it, then we must go across to Guernsey and get Mr. Lee to marry us."
"Oh, but that woult not do. We will keep them all alive till you are married. It woult neffer do to disappoint them all when we are all looking forward to it here."
"Very well then, see you all keep alive."
"And you will come to old Mr. Hamon's funeral?"
"H'm! I don't know. We'll see, Mrs. Carré. We'd sooner be at our own wedding, you know, than at anybody else's funeral."
"They woult like it iff you woult. And he was a goot old man. They tell me to ask if you woult be pleased to come."
"If they would like us to come we will come, Mrs. Carré," said Margaret.