The company (out of respect to the Professor's memory) all sat speechless.

I was behind Mrs.Threadgall at the time, plying her confidentially with a glass of hock.

She dropped her head, and said in a very low voice, "My beloved husband is no more." Unluckily Mr.Candy, hearing nothing, and miles away from suspecting the truth, went on across the table louder and politer than ever.
"The Professor may not be aware," says he, "that the card of a member of the College will admit him, on any day but Sunday, between the hours of ten and four." Mrs.Threadgall dropped her head right into her tucker, and, in a lower voice still, repeated the solemn words, "My beloved husband is no more." I winked hard at Mr.Candy across the table.

Miss Rachel touched his arm.

My lady looked unutterable things at him.