Trenholme began to wonder whether the elder listeners were placing any confidence in his word; but the doubt was probably in his mind only, for an honest man does not estimate the subtle force of his own honesty.
Turrif and his wife listened to all that was said, and looked at each other, and looked at him, and asked him a good many questions.

They were neither of them hasty, but, as the woman's manner was the more vivacious, so her questions, when translated, showed a somewhat quicker wit.

When all was said, like wise people, they pronounced no sentence, either upon Trenholme's actions or upon those of the creature that had inhabited the coffin; but they remarked that if the carter had committed no evil he would not have run away.

They said that they had some knowledge of this man, whom they called "Monsieur Saul," and that he was a fellow of little worth.

They agreed that Turrif should go with Trenholme, as requested, to bring the man to book.
On crossing the threshold of the house Trenholme had come at once into a large, long room, which composed the whole lower flat of the dwelling, as appeared from the windows on both sides and from the fact that the staircase went up from one end of it.