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He said in a quiet tone to the stranger, 'One word with you do you remember a lady lodger of yours of the name of Mrs. Manston? Mr. Brown half closed his eyes at Springrove, somewhat as if he were looking into a telescope at the wrong end. 'I have never let lodgings in my life, he said, after his survey. 'Didn't you attend an inquest a year and a half ago, at Carriford?
But, Baker, they are turning in here with the coffin, look. The two carpenters had borne their load into a narrow way close at hand. The farmers, in common with others, turned and watched them along the way. ''Tis a man's coffin, and a tall man's, too, continued Farmer Springrove. 'His was a fine frame, whoever he was.
The route he had chosen led through the dairy-yard, and he opened the gate. Five minutes before this point of time, Edward Springrove was looking over one of his father's fields at an outlying hamlet of three or four cottages some mile and a half distant. A turnpike-gate was close by the gate of the field.
'Ah, 'tis what we shall all come to! he murmured. The other looked in the same direction. 'True, neighbour Springrove; true. Two men, advancing one behind the other in the middle of the road, were what the farmers referred to. They were carpenters, and bore on their shoulders an empty coffin, covered by a thin black cloth.
Neither could she go indoors to her solitary room, feeling as she did in such a state of desperate heaviness. When Springrove was out of sight she turned back, and arrived at the corner just in time to see him sit down. Then she glided pensively along the pavement behind him, forgetting herself to marble like Melancholy herself as she mused in his neighbourhood unseen.
'Yes, yes, naibour Crickett, said Springrove, 'but she'll vlee in a passion all the fat will be in the fire and there's an end o't.... Yes, she is a one, continued the farmer, resting, raising his eyes, and reading the features of a distant apple. 'True: a one is she, the clerk chimed in, shaking his head ominously. 'She has such a temper, said the farmer, 'and is so wilful too.
Springrove had told Cytherea of Manston's crime in a few short words. He now said solemnly, 'He is to die. 'And I cannot mourn for him, she replied with a shudder, leaning back and covering her face with her hands.
'I wonder you could stand third in that list, Clerk Crickett, said Mr. Springrove. 'Well, 't has been a power o' marvel to myself oftentimes. Yes, matrimony do begin wi' "Dearly beloved," and ends wi' "Amazement," as the prayer-book says. But what could I do, naibour Springrove? 'Twas ordained to be. Well do I call to mind what your poor lady said to me when I had just married. "Ah, Mr.
Springrove get out of the train, at which intelligence the old man concluded that he would probably not see his son till the next day, as Edward had hitherto made a point of coming by the train which had brought Mrs. Manston. Half-an-hour later the porter left the inn, Springrove at the same time going to the door to listen again an instant, then he walked round and in at the back of the house.
'It would seem so like old times to me when I was young, and nearer far nearer Heaven than I am now. Do, sweet one, Cytherea was embarrassed, and her embarrassment arose from the following conjuncture of affairs. Since she had loved Edward Springrove, she had linked his name with her brother Owen's in her nightly supplications to the Almighty.
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