7He strolled into the churchyard after breakfast, and found Bush digging the grave which would be wanted to-morrow for Michael Harsch. Frederick wore his usual air of conscientious gloom. He was a fine broad-shouldered man, and must have cut a personable figure in his footman days, but very few people had ever seen him smile. Some said it was just his gravedigger's pride--"And say what you like, none of us wouldn't fancy having jokes cracked over our coffins." Others said that if they had to live with Susannah Pincott and eat her cooking, maybe they wouldn't smile either.
Garth said, "Hullo, Bush!" and got a "Morning, Mr Garth," after which the digging proceeded.
"You're all well, I hope?"
Bush lifted a heavy spadeful.
"As well as anyone's got the right to expect."
"I suppose this is
