‘Partly for shopping,’ she said.  ’And it will be best for you, dear, to stay in after trotting about so much, and have a good rest while I am gone.’

He assented; and Baptista sallied forth.  As she had stated, her first visit was made to a shop, a draper’s.  Without the exercise of much choice she purchased a black bonnet and veil, also a black stuff gown; a black mantle she already wore.  These articles were made up into a parcel which, in spite of the saleswoman’s offers, her customer said she would take with her.  Bearing it on her arm she turned to the railway, and at the station got a ticket for Redrutin.

Thus it appeared that, on her recovery from the paralyzed mood of the former day, while she had resolved not to blast utterly the happiness of her present husband by revealing the history of the departed one, she had also determined to indulge a certain odd, inconsequent, feminine sentiment of decency, to the small extent to which it could do no harm to any person.  At Redrutin she emerged from the railway carriage in the black attire purchased at the shop, having during the transit made the change in the empty compartment she had chosen.  The other clothes were now in the bandbox and parcel.  Leaving these at the cloak-room she proceeded onward, and after a wary survey reached the side of a hill whence a view of the burial ground could be obtained.

It was now a little before two o’clock.  While Baptista waited a funeral procession ascended the road.  Baptista hastened across, and by the time the procession entered the cemetery gates she had unobtrusively joined it.

In addition to the schoolmaster’s own relatives (not a few), the paragraph in the newspapers of his death by drowning had drawn together many neighbours, acquaintances, and onlookers.  Among them she passed unnoticed, and with a quiet step pursued the winding path to the chapel, and afterwards thence to the grave.  When all was over, and the relatives and idlers had withdrawn, she stepped to the edge of the chasm.  From beneath her mantle she drew a little bunch of forget-me-nots, and dropped them in upon the coffin.  In a few minutes she also turned and went away from the cemetery.  By five o’clock she was again in Pen-zephyr.

‘You have been a mortal long time!’ said her husband, crossly.  ’I allowed you an hour at most, mee deer.’

‘It occupied me longer,’ said she.

’Well—­I reckon it is wasting words to complain.  Hang it, ye look so tired and wisht that I can’t find heart to say what I would!’

’I am—­weary and wisht, David; I am.  We can get home to-morrow for certain, I hope?’

‘We can.  And please God we will!’ said Mr. Heddegan heartily, as if he too were weary of his brief honeymoon.  ’I must be into business again on Monday morning at latest.’

They left by the next morning steamer, and in the afternoon took up their residence in their own house at Giant’s Town.