"I don't quite know myself.

I only know that she thanks God for everything, for every misfortune, and thanks God too that her husband died.

And that's rather droll, as they didn't get on together.

" "Who's that? What a piteous face!" he asked, noticing a sick man of medium height sitting on a bench, wearing a brown overcoat and white trousers that fell in strange folds about his long, fleshless legs.