'Well, I congratulate you anyway.' 'Hush, the poor man is dead.

We needn't talk about him.

Come, there's no time to lose!' She moved impatiently.
'So you're a widow!' Van Torp seemed to be making the remark to himself without expecting any answer, but it at once suggested a question.

'And now what do you propose to do ?' he inquired.

'But I expect you'll be a nun, or something.