He had taken off his tall hat as he was getting into the carriage and laid it on the empty seat. He pointed at the hat.
"That isn't my hat," he said.
"Yes, Dank. You put it there yourself."
"I didn't. My hat hasn't got a beastly black band on it."
He rose violently, knocking his head against the carriage roof.
"Here—I must get out of this."
He tugged at the window-strap, hanging on to it and swaying as he tugged.
She dragged him back into his seat.
"Sit down and keep quiet."
She put her hand on his wrist and held it. Down the road the bell of Renton Church began tolling. He turned and looked at her unsteadily, his dark eyes showing bloodshot as they swerved.
"Mary—is Roddy really dead?"