“Oh, zooks! what! a burying!—ay, now I see it is; and I warrant of our old bishop—I heard he was main ill. It is he they have been putting into the ground! is not it?”
“Yes,” said Henry.
“Why, then, so much the better.”
“The better!” cried Henry.
“Yes, master; though I should be loth to be where he is now.”
Henry started—“He was your pastor, man!”
“Ha! ha! ha! I should be sorry that my master’s sheep, that are feeding yonder, should have no better pastor—the fox would soon get them all.”
“You surely did not know him!”
“Not much, I can’t say I did; for he was above speaking to poor folks, unless they did any mischief—and then he was sure to take notice of them.”
“I believe he meant well,” said Henry.