"Well, I finished that pipe, and then another, for it seemed to me as he was having a long stay on the strength of the suffrin. `And welcome,' I says; for, of course, being a good sort, I wasn't going to grudge him an hour. But it got to be more than an hour, and dusky, and foggy, and damp; and that blessed rheumatic shoulder o' mine began a-going it orful. It was just for all the world as though some one had made a hole right through the blade-bone, and then, shovin' a piece of clothes-line through, was a sawin' of it backards and furards. Then it began to rain a little--mizzly, yer know--and the mare havin' tossed her old nose-bag about till she couldn't get not anuther taste o' chaff, let alone a hoat or a bean, stands hanging all together like, same as those fiery steeds as they used to send up under a balloon, Cremorne way, years ago, and lookin' for all the world like a hannimal cut out for the knackers. "Last of all out comes Mr Crusp, all hot tea and buttered toast, shining beautiful, and looking as though he'd been going on to the tune o' four cups and three rounds. Then he begins to fasten up; and `Ulloa!' says he, `what are you a-waitin' for?' `Colonel,' says I. `Out long ago,' says he. `No,' says I; `he's been in more'n two hours.' Well, he looks gallus hard at me, and then he says, `He must ha' gone out without you seein' of him. He's give you the slip.' `Then he must ha' come away inside that there black omblibus with plumes on it, then,' I says, for I knowed as I must ha' seen him if he had come out; and then I tells him about the suffrin. "`Why didn't you say that afore,' says Crusp. `You see if he ain't been and committed hisself, or fell a wictim to his sorrow.' And then he turns short round, and goes puffin' along one o' the side walks; while, knowin' as my old mare wouldn't run away to save her life, I follered. "First we goes down a long gravel path where the 'santhemums was a hanging their heads, and seeming as if they was a crying; but then all the trees I could see in the dim light was covered with tears. Then Crusp leads off across a flower garding like, all covered with graves and stones; and somehow, stumbling along in a big old box coat, I manages to fall right over one of 'em; but when I pulled myself together agen, and gets up to the gatekeeper, I finds him standing aside my reg'lar fare, who was lying down there in the wet grass with his cheek agin a grave, and one arm stretched right over it: while in t'other was a long lock of dark hair. His hat had rolled off, and his own long white hair lay loose among the dead flowers and damp grass; and turning all of a tremble, I stoops down beside him, and Crusp whispers, so quiet and solemn, `He's gone to her!'