“The funeral oration will only cease when the body has been laid in its coffin,” said the doctor, “and the weeping woman’s language will grow more vivid and impassioned all the while.  But a woman only acquires the right to speak in such a strain before so imposing an audience by a blameless life.  If the widow could reproach herself with the smallest of shortcomings, she would not dare to utter a word; for if she did, she would pronounce her own condemnation, she would be at the same time her own accuser and judge.  Is there not something sublime in this custom which thus judges the living and the dead?  They only begin to wear mourning after a week has elapsed, when it is publicly worn at a meeting of all the family.  Their near relations spend the week with the widow and children, to help them to set their affairs in order and to console them.  A family gathering at such a time produces a great effect on the minds of the mourners; the consideration for others which possesses men when they are brought into close contact acts as a restraint on violent grief.  On the last day, when the mourning garb has been assumed, a solemn banquet is given, and their relations take leave of them.  All this is taken very seriously.  Any one who was slack in fulfilling his duties after the death of the head of a family would have no one at his own funeral.”

The doctor had reached the cowhouse as he spoke; he opened the door and made the commandant enter, that he might show it to him.

“All our cowhouses have been rebuilt after this pattern, captain.  Look!  Is it not magnificent?”

Genestas could not help admiring the huge place.  The cows and oxen stood in two rows, with their tails towards the side walls, and their heads in the middle of the shed.  Access to the stalls was afforded by a fairly wide space between them and the wall; you could see their horned heads and shining eyes through the lattice work, so that it was easy for the master to run his eyes over the cattle.  The fodder was placed on some staging erected above the stalls, so that it fell into the racks below without waste of labor or material.  There was a wide-paved space down the centre, which was kept clean, and ventilated by a thorough draught of air.

“In the winter time,” Benassis said, as he walked with Genestas down the middle of the cowhouse, “both men and women do their work here together in the evenings.  The tables are set out here, and in this way the people keep themselves warm without going to any expense.  The sheep are housed in the same way.  You would not believe how quickly the beasts fall into orderly ways.  I have often wondered to see them come in; each knows her proper place, and allows those who take precedence to pass in before her.  Look! there is just room enough in each stall to do the milking and to rub the cattle down; and the floor slopes a little to facilitate drainage.”

“One can judge of everything else from the sight of this cowhouse,” said Genestas; “without flattery, these are great results indeed!”