I don't like you to wear them too long.

Did you leave the old one to be pressed ?" "Well, the hatter seemed to think it was hardly worth pressing," said March.

He decided that for the present his wife's nerves had quite all they could bear.
XII.
It was in a manner grotesque, but to March it was all the more natural for that reason, that Dryfoos should have Lindau's funeral from his house.

He knew the old man to be darkly groping, through the payment of these vain honors to the dead, for some atonement to his son, and he imagined him finding in them such comfort as comes from doing all one can, even when all is useless.
No one knew what Lindau's religion was, and in default they had had the Anglican burial service read over him; it seems so often the refuge of the homeless dead.

Mrs.Dryfoos came down for the ceremony.