And then people are so queer!" "What do you mean ?" "I mean that there are people who carry their pride even here.

Now, this Demoiselle Gautier, it appears she lived a bit free, if you'll excuse my saying so.

Poor lady, she's dead now; there's no more of her left than of them that no one has a word to say against.

We water them every day.
Well, when the relatives of the folk that are buried beside her found out the sort of person she was, what do you think they said?
That they would try to keep her out from here, and that there ought to be a piece of ground somewhere apart for these sort of women, like there is for the poor.

Did you ever hear of such a thing?
I gave it to them straight, I did: well-to-do folk who come to see their dead four times a year, and bring their flowers themselves, and what flowers! and look twice at the keep of them they pretend to cry over, and write on their tombstones all about the tears they haven't shed, and come and make difficulties about their neighbours.