It was only when his honour came in and spoke to him that he seemed to come to his senses.
The coffin was closed.

The crowd stepped out with a shiver into the cold morning air.

The priest took out his book and began to read aloud; and slowly, with Tim and me beside her, and my father in a daze walking in front, we bore her from the cabin down to the boats.

There, in our own boat, we laid the coffin, and hoisting sail, shoved off and made for the opposite shore.

Father and we two and his honour and the priest sailed together; and after us, in a long straggling procession of boats, came the rest.