"Three weeks ago, stranger."
"You must miss him."
"Yes, he was a quiet man, Brown was. He never gave me any trouble, and it was natural to see him round."
"You must not mourn for him too much, Mrs. Brown."
"I shan't make a fool of myself," said the widow. "He's gone, and he won't come back. There's no use cryin'."
"She's rather a queer specimen," thought Crane. "She hasn't broken her heart, it seems."
"You ought to marry again," he said.
"I mean to," said Mrs. Brown.
"Well, that's frank," thought Crane. "There ain't any nonsense about her."
"Your second husband will be a lucky man, Mrs. Brown."