_Whom I shall see for myself, and_ MINE _eyes shall behold, and not
another...._
But behind the young man rolled a little stand on wheels, on which lay a
long box banked in flowers; and though the little Doctor had never been
at a funeral before, and never in the presence of death, he knew that
here must lie the mortal remains of his little friend, Fifi. From this
point onward Queed's interest in the service became, so to say, less
purely scientific.
There was some antiphonal reciting, and then a long selection which the
young man in robes read with the same voice of solemn triumph. It is
doubtful if anybody in the church followed him with the fascinated
attention of the young evolutionist. Soon the organ rumbled, and the
little choir, standing, broke into song.
For all the Saints who from their labors rest....
Saints! Well, well, was it imaginable that they thought of Fifi that way
_already_? Why, it was only three weeks ago that he had sent her the
roses and she....
A black-gloved hand, holding an open book, descended out of the dim
space behind him. It came to him, as by an inspiration, that the book
was being offered for his use in some mysterious connection.
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