They knew that a man's life is three-score years and ten; they should have made their plans accordingly! "But the young," she said, "the young, cut down, cruelly, when they have not seen, when they have not known--when they have not found--it is for them that the bells weep blood.

I heard in the ringing it was an old man.

When the old die-- Listen to the bell! it is laughing--'It is right, it is right; he has had his time.' They cannot ring so for the young." She fell back exhausted; the hot light died from her eyes, and she lay looking out into the street.

By and by stragglers from the funeral began to come back and disappear here and there among the houses; then all was quiet, and the night began to settle down upon the village street.
Afterward, when the room was almost dark, so that they could not see each other's faces, she said, "It will rain tonight;" and moved restlessly on the pillows.

"How terrible when the rain falls down on you." He wondered what she meant, and they sat on in the still darkening room.
She moved again.
"Will you presently take my cloak--and new grey cloak from behind the door--and go out with it.