In his dream Alan thought to himself that he must have borrowed this carriage, which would not be strange, as he generally used motors, for there was a peer’s coronet upon the panels and the silver-mounted harness.
The funeral passed and suddenly vanished into the churchyard gates, leaving Alan wondering why his cousin Haswell was not seated at Barbara’s side. Then it occurred to him that it might be because he was in the coffin, and at that moment in his dream he heard the Asika asking Jeekie what he saw; heard Jeekie answering also, “A burying in the country called England.”
“Of whom, Jeekie?” Then after some hesitation, the answer:
“Of a lady whom my lord loves very much. They bury her.”
“What was her name, Jeekie?”
“Her name was Barbara.”
“Bar-bara, why that you told me was the name of his mother and his sister. Which of them is buried?”
“Neither, O Asika. It was another lady who loved him very much and wanted to marry him, and that was why he ran away to Africa. But now she is dead and buried.”
“Are all women in England called Bar-bara, Jeekie?”
“Yes, O Asika, Barbara means woman.”