"The gentleman is quite right," said Martin, "he tells you nothing but the truth. I happened to be at Paris when Miss Monimia made her exit, as one may say, out of this world into another. She was refused what they call here the rites of sepulture; that is to say, she was denied the privilege of rotting in a churchyard by the side of all the beggars in the parish. They buried her at the corner of Burgundy Street, which must certainly have shocked her extremely, as she had very exalted notions of things."
Verdad es, dixo Martin; razon tiene el señor abate: en Paris estaba yo quando la señora Monima pasó, como dicen, de esta á mejor vida, y le negáron lo que esta gente llama sepultura en tierra santa, lo qual significa podrirse con toda la pobretería de la parroquia en un hediondo cementerio, y la enterráron sola y señera en un rincon de su jardin, lo qual le causó sin duda muchísima pesadumbre, porque tenia muy hidalgos pensamientos.