Then he looked around the church, and if he had seen Greeba at that moment the fire of his heart would have burnt itself out, and all thought of his vow would have gone from him as it had gone before. He did not see her, but he remembered her, and his soul dried away.
The service came to an end, and he [strode] off, turning from every face; but John Fairbrother tripped after him on the road, touched him on the arm, looked up at him with a smirk, and said:—
"Then you don't know where she is?"
"Who?" said Jason.
"Then you don't know, eh?" said John, with a meaning look.
"Who d'ye mean?—Greeba?"
"Just so. She's gone, though I warrant it's fetching coals to Newcastle to tell you so."
Hearing that, Jason pushed Gentleman John out of his way with a lunge that sent the dandy reeling, and bounded off towards Lague.
"Aw, well," muttered John, "you'd really think he didn't know."
The woman in crape who had followed Jason out of the church, thinking to speak to him, said: "Lave him alone. It's the spirit of the Lord that's strivin' with him."