"But you have buried him, and there let there be an end of it. Your sitting here all alone, morning, noon, and night, won't bring him back. I'm sorry for him; I am indeed. Poor Greenow! But what more can I do?"
"I can do more, Mr. Cheesacre. I can mourn for him in solitude and in silence."

"But you have buried him, and sitting here all alone won't bring him back. I'm sorry, indeed. But what more can I do?"
"I can mourn for him in solitude and silence, Mr. Cheesacre."
