Saul hastily dressed his whiskers with his horny left-hand before he answered, but even then, he omitted to return the greeting.
"I want to know," he said, sidling up, "how much it would cost to send that by the cars to St.Hennon's." He nudged his elbow towards the coffin as he spoke.
"That box ?" asked the station-master.

"How much does it weigh ?" "We might weigh it if I'd some notion first about how much I'd need to pay." "What's in it ?" Saul smoothed his whiskers again.

"Well," he said--then, after a slight pause--"it's a dead man." "Oh!" said Trenholme.

Some habit of politeness, unnecessary here, kept his exclamation from expressing the interest he instantly felt.

In a country where there are few men to die, even death assumes the form of an almost agreeable change as a matter of lively concern.