“The Dodds are dead. For twenty years they had rested under the green ant-covered graves of Kittery Cemetery. City residents remembered them with kind words more than once. The owner of the pub, where David used to smoke a pipe of tobacco, constantly regretted him, and Mrs. Kitty, Mrs. Dodd's maid - her mistress's dresses suited her beautiful figure - was positively inconsolable. Messrs. Gardin were in America. Rabi suffered from an aristocratic disease - gout; Mrs Raby was very religious. In a word, we said..."