And besides, I'd so much rather that any old friends of my husband's come to him through his partner.

It seems so much more natural." "I see," said Dwight.

"But he doesn't," she thought, "and I'll have to explain." "Later, of course, I'll tell him," she said, "But just now, in the state he's in, if you or any one else of his friends who knew him as he used to be should come and say, 'Sent by your wife, with her compliments and fervent hopes of your speedy resurrection '-- oh, no, it wouldn't do at all." Dwight was watching her curiously.
"How many of us are there!" he asked.

She looked at him in a questioning way.
"Of us," he explained, "Joe's old friends, who are to dig him up, you know." "Only you, at present--and of course his partner.

He smiled: "Bill Nourse is not a very brisk digger." "Well," she remarked, in a casual tone, "if you know of brisker diggers about--people who knew him--" "Say no more.