Why is it that certain kinds of laughter seem to spoil something hidden away from the laughers?
If they do not know of it, and have never seen it, how can their laughter hurt it?
Yet it does.

Beauty is not out of place among grave-stones.

It is not out of place anywhere.

But a woman who has been betrothed to a man would not look beautiful at his funeral.

A woman might look beautiful, though, at the funeral of a man whom she had known and liked.