But there was no monument to her husband, though one had been erected to the Squire.
Nicholas addressed the young man who was sweeping.

'I don't see any monument or tomb to the late Mr.Bellston ?' 'O no, sir; you won't see that,' said the young man drily.
'Why, pray ?' 'Because he's not buried here.

He's not Christian-buried anywhere, as far as we know.

In short, perhaps he's not buried at all; and between ourselves, perhaps he's alive.' Nicholas sank an inch shorter.

'Ah,' he answered.
'Then you don't know the peculiar circumstances, sir ?' 'I am a stranger here--as to late years.' 'Mr.Bellston was a traveller--an explorer--it was his calling; you may have heard his name as such ?' 'I remember.' Nicholas recalled the fact that this very bent of Mr.
Bellston's was the incentive to his own roaming.
'Well, when he married he came and lived here with his wife and his wife's father, and said he would travel no more.