A warm steam of brandy came and went with his breathing.
"Yes. That's why you must keep quiet."
Mr. Rollitt was standing at the open gate of the churchyard. He was saying something that she didn't hear. Then he swung round solemnly. She saw the flash of his scarlet hood. Then the coffin.
She began to walk behind it, between two rows of villagers, between Dorsy Heron and Mr. Sutcliffe. She went, holding Dan tight, pulling him closer when he lurched, and carrying his tall hat in her hand.
Close before her face the head of Roddy's coffin swayed and swung as the bearers staggered.
XI.
"Roddy ought never to have gone to Canada."
Her mother had turned again, shaking the big bed. They would sleep together for three nights; then Aunt Bella would come, as she came when Papa died.
"But your Uncle Victor would have his own way."
"He didn't know."