'Well, it's over now. He won't show his face here again; we've done with him.'
Hazel sighed. But whether it was her spiritual self sighing with relief at being with Edward, or her physical self longing for Reddin, she could not have said.
'Only you could come through such an experience unchanged, my sweet,'
Edward said.
'I mun go to Foxy!' she cried desperately. 'Foxy wants me.'
'Foxy wants a good beating,' said Mrs. Marston benignly, looking mercifully over her spectacles. Her wrath was generally like the one drop of acid in a dell of honey, smothered in loving-kindness and embonpoint.
When Hazel had gone, she said:
'You will send her away from here, of course?'
Edward went out into the graveyard without a word. He sat on one of the coffin-shaped stones.
'God send me some quiet!' he said.
Mrs. Marston came and draped her shawl round him. He got up, despairing of peace, and said he would go to bed.