"You'd never have got through alone.

And 'tain't a nice crowd, not by any manner of means." The small door opened just a little way, and they found themselves on a narrow stone-flagged path, leading into a square yard.

A few men were out there, smoking.
Before preceding her into the building which rose at the back of the yard, Mrs.Bunting's kind new friend took out his watch.
"There's another twenty minutes before they'll begin," he said.
"There's the mortuary"-- he pointed with his thumb to a low room built out to the right of the court.

"Would you like to go in and see them ?" he whispered.
"Oh, no!" she cried, in a tone of extreme horror.

And he looked down at her with sympathy, and with increased respect.