"Oh, I know you well enough, sir, and I know I am a sinner—what brings you here?"
"What brings me, you old gossip? You ask me that, you God-forsaken heathen! It is clear you don't know me."
"I told you before that I knew you. You are the priest who would not bury my poor husband."
"No—because he left the world in an unauthorized way, without confession or absolution. Therefore it befell him to be put under ground like a dog. If you don't wish to be buried like a dog too, look to it: repent and confess while there is yet time. Your last hour may come to-day or to-morrow. Pious women brought me the news of your being near death, and begged me to come here and give you absolution—you have to thank them for my presence."
"Speak low, sir; my daughter is in the next room, and she would be alarmed."
"Indeed! your daughter? and a man and a child too?"
"Certainly."
"And the man is your daughter's husband?"
"Yes."
"Who married them?"