"How sayest? And did ye house me, all the same?"
"Ay: for he had thee in that reverence
He dared not turn thee from his door away!"
"O hapless, and bereft of what a mate!"
"All of us now are dead, not she alone!"
"But I divined it! seeing, as I did,
His eye that ran with tears, his close-clipt hair,
His countenance! Though he persuaded me,
Saying it was a stranger's funeral
He went with to the grave: against my wish,