They stood looking down into the grave.
"He was very young to die so soon," at last Sarah said, with a calmness that was more terrible than bursts of grief.
"So was Christ," replied Brother Man, simply.
"But, oh, Philip, Philip, my beloved, they killed him!" she cried; and at last, for she had not wept yet, great tears rolled down into the grave, and uncontrollable anguish seized her.

Brother Man did not attempt to console or interrupt.

He knew she was in the arms of God.
After a long time he said: "Yes, they crucified him.

But he is with his Lord now.

Let us be glad for him.