It is really making you sick. Try and not
feel so badly. Your grandfather was old and ready to die. You would not
have him back, he is so happy now."
Just as his father had done when she tried to comfort him, so Grey did.
He made a gesture for her to stop, and said piteously:
"Please don't talk to me now, I cannot bear it;" so she sat down again
beside him, while he continued to nurse the bitter thoughts crowding so
fast upon him:
Was his grandfather happy now? Was it well with him in the world to
which he had gone? he kept asking himself over and over again all that
dreary day and the drearier night which followed, and which left him
whiter, sadder, if possible, than ever.
The funeral was appointed for half past two on Saturday afternoon, and
Burton, who went over in the morning, asked Grey to go with him.
"Your Aunt Hannah will expect you. She was disappointed in not seeing
you yesterday," but Grey said promptly:
"No, I'll wait, and go with mother."
So Mr. Jerrold went alone with Lucy, leaving his wife and Grey to join
him about half past one, just before the neighbors began to assemble.
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