He looked fiercely round the room that shut them in. His eyes lowered; they fixed themselves on the bed with its white counterpane. They saw under the white counterpane the dead body of his father stretched there, and the stain on the grim beard tilted to the ceiling.
He loosed her and pushed her from him.
"We moost coom out o' this," he muttered.
He pushed her from the room, gently, with a hand on her shoulder, and made her go before him down the stairs.
He went back into the room to pick up her hat.
He found her waiting for him, looking back, at the turn of the stair where John Greatorex's coffin had stuck in the corner of the wall.
"Jim—I'm so frightened," she said.
"Ay. Yo'll bae all right downstairs."
They stood in the kitchen, each looking at the other, each panting, she in her terror and he in his agony.
"Take me away," she said. "Out of the house. That room frightened me.
There's something there."