"I understand.  Well, I should be off, it's late and I'm sure ye want to talk private like.  Again, Mister Carrington, Pearl, I'm sorry for yer loss." 

Joe reached for the wadded cap protruding from his back pocket and cast a longing look at Pearl.  He really didn't want to leave her like this, but this was her house, and her father was standing right there. Things would be better soon, this new job would keep them close.