“So he went away?”
“She did; it was a woman.”
“Then, the crying don’t come from that house.”
“No, from over there. They raised the window an hour ago, and a man said, ‘My son just died and my wife is now taken sick in the same way.’ He wanted to come out for medicine, but I couldn’t let him. You can hear him.”
“We’ll have trouble with him, likely.”
“Yes. He may want to go to the church-yard.”
Just then the window was raised and the white face of a man peered out over the sill. Even the hardened buriers felt sick at heart, as they caught the trembling tone of his voice and heard his words. He said:
“So you have come for them?”
“Then there’s seven instead of six,” whispered the watchman; “for I only counted on one here.”
“And everything is gone from me,” continued the man at the window.