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  gatewereacoupleofcarriages,andBarnetthencouldperceivethatthemarriagebetweenDowneandLucywasatthatmomentbeingsolemnizedwithin。Afeelingofsudden,proudself-confidence,anindocilewishtowalkunmovedinspiteofgrimenvironments,plainlypossessedhim,andwhenhereachedthewicket-gateheturnedinwithoutapparenteffort。Pacingupthepavedfootwayheenteredthechurchandstoodforawhileinthenavepassage。Agroupofpeoplewasstandingroundthevestrydoor;Barnetadvancedthroughtheseandsteppedintothevestry。

  Theretheywere,busilysigningtheirnames。SeeingDowneabouttolookround,Barnetavertedhissomewhatdisturbedfaceforasecondortwo;whenheturnedagainfronttofronthewascalmandquitesmiling;itwasacreditabletriumphoverhimself,anddeservedtoberememberedinhisnativetown。HegreetedDowneheartily,offeringhiscongratulations。

  ItseemedasifBarnetexpectedahalf-guiltylookuponLucy’sface;

  butno,savethenaturalflushandflurryengenderedbytheservicejustperformed,therewasnothingwhateverinherbearingwhichshowedadisturbedmind:hergray-browneyescarriedinthemnowasatothertimesthewell-knownexpressionofcommon-sensedrectitudewhichneverwentsofarastotouchonhardness。Sheshookhandswithhim,andDownesaidwarmly,’Iwishyoucouldhavecomesooner:

  Icalledonpurposetoaskyou。You’lldrivebackwithusnow?’

  ’No,no,’saidBarnet;’Iamnotatallprepared;butIthoughtI

  wouldlookinuponyouforamoment,eventhoughIhadnottimetogohomeanddress。I’llstandbackandseeyoupassout,andobservetheeffectofthespectacleuponmyselfasoneofthepublic。’

  ThenLucyandherhusbandlaughed,andBarnetlaughedandretired;

  andthequietlittlepartywentglidingdownthenaveandtowardstheporch,Lucy’snewsilkdresssweepingwithasmartrustleroundthebase-mouldingsoftheancientfont,andDowne’slittledaughtersfollowinginastateofround-eyedinterestintheirposition,andthatofLucy,theirteacherandfriend。

  SoDownewascomfortedafterhisEmily’sdeath,whichhadtakenplacetwelvemonths,twoweeks,andthreedaysbeforethattime。

  Whenthetwoflyshaddrivenoffandthespectatorshadvanished,Barnetfollowedtothedoor,andwentoutintothesun。Hetooknomoretroubletopreserveaspruceexterior;hisstepwasunequal,hesitating,almostconvulsive;andtheslightchangesofcolourwhichwentoninhisfaceseemedrefractedfromsomeinwardflame。

  Inthechurchyardhebecamepaleasasummercloud,andfindingitnoteasytoproceedhesatdownononeofthetombstonesandsupportedhisheadwithhishand。

  Hardbywasasextonfillingupagravewhichhehadnotfoundtimetofinishonthepreviousevening。ObservingBarnet,hewentuptohim,andrecognizinghim,said,’ShallIhelpyouhome,sir?’

  ’Ono,thankyou,’saidBarnet,rousinghimselfandstandingup。

  Thesextonreturnedtohisgrave,followedbyBarnet,who,afterwatchinghimawhile,steppedintothegrave,nownearlyfilled,andhelpedtotreadintheearth。

  Thesextonapparentlythoughthisconductalittlesingular,buthemadenoobservation,andwhenthegravewasfull,Barnetsuddenlystopped,lookedfaraway,andwithadecidedstepproceededtothegateandvanished。Thesextonrestedonhisshovelandlookedafterhimforafewmoments,andthenbeganbankingupthemound。

  InthoseshortminutesoftreadinginthedeadmanBarnethadformedadesign,butwhatitwastheinhabitantsofthattowndidnotforsomelongtimeimagine。Hewenthome,wroteseverallettersofbusiness,calledonhislawyer,anoldmanofthesameplacewhohadbeenthelegaladviserofBarnet’sfatherbeforehim,andduringtheeveningoverhauledalargequantityoflettersandotherdocumentsinhispossession。Byeleveno’clocktheheapofpapersinandbeforeBarnet’sgratehadreachedformidabledimensions,andhebegantoburnthem。This,owingtotheirquantity,itwasnotsoeasytodoashehadexpected,andhesatlongintothenighttocompletethetask。

  ThenextmorningBarnetdepartedforLondon,leavinganoteforDownetoinformhimofMrs。Barnet’ssuddendeath,andthathewasgonetoburyher;butwhenathrice-sufficienttimeforthatpurposehadelapsed,hewasnotseenagaininhisaccustomedwalks,orinhisnewhouse,orinhisoldone。Hewasgoneforgood,nobodyknewwhither。Itwassoondiscoveredthathehadempoweredhislawyertodisposeofallhisproperty,realandpersonal,intheborough,andpayintheproceedstotheaccountofanunknownpersonatoneofthelargeLondonbanks。Thepersonwasbysomesupposedtobehimselfunderanassumedname;butfew,ifany,hadcertainknowledgeofthatfact。

  Theelegantnewresidencewassoldwiththerestofhispossessions;

  anditspurchaserwasnootherthanDowne,nowathrivingmanintheborough,andonewhosegrowingfamilyandnewwiferequiredmoreroomyaccommodationthanwasaffordedbythelittlehouseupthenarrowsidestreet。Barnet’soldhabitationwasboughtbythetrusteesoftheCongregationalBaptistbodyinthattown,whopulleddownthetime-honoureddwellingandbuiltanewchapelonitssite。

  Bythetimethelasthourofthat,toBarnet,eventfulyearhadchimed,everyvestigeofhimhaddisappearedfromtheprecinctsofhisnativeplace,andthenamebecameextinctintheboroughofPort-Bredy,afterhavingbeenalivingforcethereinformorethantwohundredyears。

  Twenty-oneyearsandsixmonthsdonotpasswithoutsettingamarkevenupondurablestoneandtriplebrass;uponhumanitysuchaperiodworksnothinglessthantransformation。InBarnet’soldbirthplacevivaciousyoungchildrenwithboneslikeindia-rubberhadgrownuptobestablemenandwomen,menandwomenhaddriedintheskin,stiffened,withered,andsunkintodecrepitude;whileselectionsfromeveryclasshadbeenconsignedtotheoutlyingcemetery。Ofinorganicdifferencesthegreatestwasthatarailwayhadinvadedthetown,tyingitontoamainlineatajunctionadozenmilesoff。Barnet’shouseontheharbour-road,oncesoinsistentlynew,hadacquiredarespectablemellowness,withivy,Virginiacreepers,lichens,damppatches,andevenconstitutionalinfirmitiesofitsownlikeitselderfellows。Itsarchitecture,oncesoveryimprovedandmodern,hadalreadybecomestaleinstyle,withouthavingreachedthedignityofbeingold-fashioned。Treesabouttheharbour-roadhadincreasedincircumferenceordisappearedunderthesaw;whilethechurchhadhadsuchatremendouspracticaljokeplayeduponitbysomefacetiousrestorerorotherastobescarcerecognizablebyitsdearestoldfriends。

  DuringthislongintervalGeorgeBarnethadneveroncebeenseenorheardofinthetownofhisfathers。

  Itwastheeveningofamarket-day,andsomehalf-dozenmiddle-agedfarmersanddairymenwereloungingroundthebaroftheBlack-BullHotel,occasionallydroppingaremarktoeachother,andlessfrequentlytothetwobarmaidswhostoodwithinthepewter-toppedcounterinaperfunctoryattitudeofattention,theselattersighingandmakingaprivateobservationtooneanotheratoddintervals,onmoreinterestingexperiencesthanthepresent。

  ’Daysgetshorter,’saidoneofthedairymen,ashelookedtowardsthestreet,andnoticedthatthelamp-lighterwaspassingby。

  Thefarmersmerelyacknowledgedbytheircountenancestheproprietyofthisremark,andfindingthatnobodyelsespoke,oneofthebarmaidssaid’yes,’inatoneofpainfulduty。

  ’Comefair-dayweshallhavetolightupbeforewestartforhome-

  along。’

  ’That’strue,’hisneighbourconceded,withagazeofblankness。

  ’Andafterthatweshan’tseemuchfurtherdifferenceall’swinter。’

  Therestwerenotunwillingtogoevensofarasthis。

  Thebarmaidsighedagain,andraisedoneofherhandsfromthecounteronwhichtheyrestedtoscratchthesmallestsurfaceofherfacewiththesmallestofherfingers。Shelookedtowardsthedoor,andpresentlyremarked,’IthinkIhearthe’buscominginfromstation。’

  Theeyesofthedairymenandfarmersturnedtotheglassdoordividingthehallfromtheporch,andinaminuteortwotheomnibusdrewupoutside。Thentherewasalumberingdownofluggage,andthenamancameintothehall,followedbyaporterwithaportmanteauonhispoll,whichhedepositedonabench。

  Thestrangerwasanelderlyperson,withcurlyashenwhitehair,adeeply-crevicedoutercornertoeacheyelid,andacountenancebakedbyinnumerablesunstothecolourofterra-cotta,itshueandthatofhishaircontrastinglikeheatandcoldrespectively。Hewalkedmeditativelyandgently,likeonewhowasfearfulofdisturbinghisownmentalequilibrium。Butwhateverlayatthebottomofhisbreasthadevidentlymadehimsoaccustomedtoitssituationtherethatitcausedhimlittlepracticalinconvenience。

  Hepausedinsilencewhile,withhisdubiouseyesfixedonthebarmaids,heseemedtoconsiderhimself。Inamomentortwoheaddressedthem,andaskedtobeaccommodatedforthenight。Ashewaitedhelookedcuriouslyroundthehall,butsaidnothing。Assoonasinvitedhedisappearedupthestaircase,precededbyachambermaidandcandle,andfollowedbyaladwithhistrunk。Notasoulhadrecognizedhim。

  Aquarterofanhourlater,whenthefarmersanddairymenhaddrivenofftotheirhomesteadsinthecountry,hecamedownstairs,tookabiscuitandoneglassofwine,andwalkedoutintothetown,wheretheradiancefromtheshop-windowshadgrownsoinvolumeoflateyearsastofloodwithcheerfulnesseverystandingcart,barrow,stall,andidlerthatoccupiedthewayside,whethershabbyorgenteel。Hischiefinterestatpresentseemedtolieinthenamespaintedovertheshop-frontsandondoor-ways,asfarastheywerevisible;thesenowdifferedtoanominousextentfromwhattheyhadbeenone-and-twentyyearsbefore。

  Thetravellerpassedontillhecametothebookseller’s,wherehelookedinthroughtheglassdoor。Afresh-facedyoungmanwasstandingbehindthecounter,otherwisetheshopwasempty。Thegray-hairedobserverentered,askedforsomeperiodicalbywayofpayingforadmission,andwithhiselbowonthecounterbegantoturnoverthepageshehadbought,thoughthathereadnothingwasobvious。

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