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There is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish. 'Well, said the undertaker's wife, when Oliver had finished his supper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and with fearful auguries of his future appetite: 'have you done?
All the men and maids of the house, the old women of the Alms House, whom the elder Sir Pitt had cheated out of a great portion of their due, the parish clerk's family, and the special retainers of both Hall and Rectory were habited in sable; added to these, the undertaker's men, at least a score, with crapes and hatbands, and who made goodly show when the great burying show took place but these are mute personages in our drama; and having nothing to do or say, need occupy a very little space here.
Skippy asked himself moodily if he was right after all, and if boys were ever to have any show. He died with the question unanswered. They said that no such funeral ever went out of Scrabble Alley before. There was a real raid on the undertaker's where Skippy lay in state two whole days, and the wake was talked of for many a day as something wonderful.
'The most awful thing you can possibly think of, said Cyril. 'That nice chap our own burglar the police have got him, on suspicion of stolen cats. That's what his brother's missis told me. 'Oh, begin at the beginning! cried Anthea impatiently. 'Well, then, we went out, and down by where the undertaker's is, with the china flowers in the window you know.
Hilton Fenley never touched him." "What of Robert? We cleared out, leaving him there alone." "I watched him until the undertaker's men were called back. Up to that time he hadn't moved. Bet you a new hat the men will tell you he never went nearer." "You buy your own new hats," said Winter. "Do you want me to stand you two a day? I'm off to the Yard. I'll look up two lines in town.
There was the Vicomte in his red robe, there was the sinister Undertaker's Apprentice, ready to do his hangman's duty. There, as they crossed the mielles, while the sea droned its sing-song on his left, was the parson droning his sing-song on the right "In the midst of life we are in death," etc.
When she saw the long covered wagon, and the grave face of the old master, she thought it was all over with the poor girl she loved, and that this was the undertaker's wagon bringing back only what had once been Myrtle Hazard. She screamed aloud, so wildly that Myrtle lifted her head from the pillow against which she had rested it, and started forward.
The quiet manner in which they had intruded themselves, and taken possession of the house unheralded as far as we knew could not but present itself to our minds as a matter of special wonder. The more we conned it over the more we were puzzled. Before coming home I had called at an undertaker's, and notified him that his services were wanted at the Allen House.
"Well, everybody who has been sick for the last six weeks has been waiting for him to come home and I don't blame them. When that over-harbour doctor married the undertaker's daughter at Lowbridge people felt suspicious of him. It didn't look well. You and the doctor must come down soon and tell us all about your trip. I suppose you've had a splendid time." "We had," agreed Anne.
All turned now to the Undertaker's Apprentice, a grim, saturnine figure with his grey face, protuberant eyes, and obsequious solemnity, in which lurked a callous smile. The burial of the great, the execution of the wicked, were alike to him. In him Fate seemed to personify life's revenges, its futilities, its calculating ironies.
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