But the _other one_ was there, under the
floor where he had lain for thirty-one years, and Grey was thinking of
_him_, wondering who he was and if no inquiries had ever been made for
him. The room was a haunted place for him, and he was glad the door was
closed, and once, when Lucy went into it for something, he started us if
to keep her back. Then remembering that he must never be supposed to
know the secret of that room, he sank again into his chair in the
corner, where he staid until the people began to assemble, when he went
with his mother into the adjoining room, where the coffin was and where
he sat immovable as a stone through the service, which, was not very
long. The hymn, which had been selected by Hannah, was the one
commencing with, "Asleep in Jesus, that blest sleep, from which none
ever wake to weep," and as the mournful music filled the rooms, and the
words came distinctly to Grey's ears, he started as if struck a blow,
while to himself he said:
"_Is_ he asleep in Jesus? If I only knew! Can no one tell me? Poor
grandpa!"
Then he was quiet again, and listened intently to what Mr.
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