"My father expected a judgment," said Miss Flite. "My brother. My sister. They all expected a judgment. The same that I expect."
"They are all--"
"Ye-es. Dead of course, my dear," said she.
As I saw she would go on, I thought it best to try to be serviceable to her by meeting the theme rather than avoiding it.
"Would it not be wiser," said I, "to expect this judgment no more?"

"My father expected a judgment. My brother. My sister. They all expected a judgment. The same that I expect."
"They are all-"
"Dead, of course, my dear," said she.
"Would it not be wiser," said I, "to expect this judgment no more?"
