"Yes, perhaps I may. Yes, I will. I'll come before tea. But where's your father, Mary?"
Mary shook her head, and stood up to be going.
"Miss Hale," said Dixon, in a low voice, "where's the use o' your going to see the poor thing laid out? I'd never say a word against it, if it could do the girl any good; and I wouldn't mind a bit going myself, if that would satisfy her. They've just a notion, these common folks, of its being a respect to the departed. Here," said she, turning sharply round, "I'll come and see your sister. Miss Hale is busy, and she can't come, or else she would."

'Yes, I will. I'll come before tea. But where's your father, Mary?'
Mary shook her head, and stood up to go.
'Miss Hale,' said Dixon, in a low voice, 'where's the use o' your going to see the poor thing laid out? I'd never say a word against it, if it could do the girl any good; but I'd go myself, if that would satisfy her. They've just a notion, these folks, of its being a respect to the departed. Here,' said she, turning sharply, 'I'll come and see your sister. Miss Hale is busy.'
