The coach drove away. Miss Ironsyde said nothing. She had broken down beside the grave and was still weeping.
Then came Mr. Best, where Mr. Churchouse stood at the lich-gate. He was anxious for information.
"Did he say anything about his plans?" he asked.
"Only that he is proceeding with his late brother's business in the
North. I perceive a most definite change in the young man, John."
"For the better, we'll hope. What's hid in people! You never would have thought Mister Raymond would have carried himself like that. It wasn't grief at his loss, but a sort of an understanding of the change. He even looked at us differently—even me."
"He's overwrought and not himself, probably. I don't think he quite grasps the immediate situation. He seems to be looking far ahead already, whereas the most pressing matter should be a thing of to-morrow."
"Is the wedding day fixed?"
"It is not. He writes to Sabina."
"Writes! Isn't he going to see her to-day!"
"He returns to London to-night."