I'd rather not know when I was to be happy; it would spoil the pleasure; and wouldn't be any compensation when it was the other way." A shadow fell across them, and Burnamy glanced round to see Stoller looking down at them, with a slant of the face that brought his aquiline profile into relief.

"Oh! Have a turf, Mr.Stoller ?" he called gayly up to him.
"I guess we've seen about all there is," he answered.

"Hadn't we better be going ?" He probably did not mean to be mandatory.
"All right," said Burnamy, and he turned to speak to Miss Triscoe again without further notice of him.
They all descended to the church at the foot of the hill where the weird sacristan was waiting to show them the cold, bare interior, and to account for its newness with the fact that the old church had been burnt, and this one built only a few years before.

Then he locked the doors after them, and ran forward to open against their coming the chapel of the village cemetery, which they were to visit after they had fortified themselves for it at the village cafe.
They were served by a little hunch-back maid; and she told them who lived in the chief house of the village.

It was uncommonly pretty; where all the houses were picturesque, and she spoke of it with respect as the dwelling of a rich magistrate who was clearly the great man of the place.