After all, his courtship had had the best ending he could possibly have hoped for.

He bent his head, and wept silently in Abraham Lincoln's portrait.
Begmand came upstairs, and sat gazing at the body.

Since the fire he had not been altogether himself.
"Shall I go to Zacharias the carpenter, and order the coffin ?" asked the woman.

But as she did not get any answer, she went off and ordered the coffin on her own account.

It was not to be any more ornamental than was usual in the West End.
Meanwhile Pastor Martens was continuing his journey.