He prayed for those who remained, reminding them, that the Lord chastens whom he loves, and that they who die, although full of years and honors, do yet go where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest, and at last pass beyond to enter into the joy of their Lord.
His voice ceased, and silence fell again upon the house.

Every body sat quietly; the women fanned themselves, and the men looked about.

Here was again the sense of waiting--of vague expectation.

What next?
Three or four workmen went into the parlor.

One of them put down the lid and screwed it tight.