The Funeral of Mrs Drablow

I tried to walk as quietly as I could into the church, because I saw that there were two men and the clergyman in there already. In spite of my attempt, one of the two men heard me and looked back and kept staring. I saw that he was taking my appearance in. I guess he was pitying me, because of the way he was looking at me. I felt kind of intimidated by his look, so I went to the graveyard. A moment later the men came outside as well for the ceremony. When the ceremony ended, I saw the man, who was staring at me at the church, looking for someone. I'm sure he was looking for me. Eventually his eyes found me and I saw him talking to his friend. It's was pretty obvious that they were talking about me. His friend turned pale and grabbed the staring-man's arm. After a moment they walked away...