"Some one called," she said, "or something." She put her hand wearily to her head.
"There is no one here." Her husband took her arm. "Do you care to look into the church?"
She did not answer, staring before her like one turned to stone.
"Maud!" Her husband took her hand in his. "What is it? Are you ill? What do you see?"
She drew her hand from his, and walked quickly away. He followed, angry and puzzled. "Where are you going?"
"Hush!" she said. "Listen to him calling." She went before him hastily round the church towards the Morgue. She went up the steps before he had time to stop her. He had his hand upon her arm before she reached the inner room.
"Do not go there," he said; "it is horrible!" He heard some one, in the crowd of people looking at the photographs of the dead, laughing.
"Look at this one," said a girl. "What a face!"
