Mr.Craik's voice, as he stood at the grave, also in white, was heard that quiet afternoon far and near.

It was remarked on all sides how impressively he read, and there were plenty to be edified by the solemn words who had never heard his voice before, for many people had walked over from neighbouring parishes, and stood in groups at respectful distances.
All looked at the stranger-sons; they stood side by side, awe-struck, motionless, depressed.

The old do not easily shed tears, but there was something in the demeanour of both these old men that was felt to tell of no common emotion.

One of them seemed unable to look down into the grave at all, he kept his eyes and his face lifted up.

The other, as little Peter stood crying by his side, put his hand down and let it rest on the child's uncovered head, as if to quiet and comfort him.
This little, half-unconscious action gave great umbrage to some of the spectators.