Paul realised with a start that he had been afraid to go to bed, alone in the house with his dead.

He was sorry.
"I forgot you'd be alone, father," he said.
"Dost want owt to eat ?" asked Morel.
"No." "Sithee--I made thee a drop o' hot milk.

Get it down thee; it's cold enough for owt." Paul drank it.
After a while Morel went to bed.

He hurried past the closed door, and left his own door open.

Soon the son came upstairs also.