Mrs.Turnbull left Testbridge, and went to live in a small county-town where she was unknown.

There she was regarded as the widow of an officer in her Majesty's service, and, as there was no one within a couple of hundred miles to support an assertion to the contrary, she did not think it worth her while to make one: was not the supposed brevet a truer index to her consciousness of herself than the actual ticket by ill luck attached to her--Widow of a linen-draper?
George carried on the business; and, when Mary and he happened to pass in the street, they nodded to each other.
Letty was diligent in business, but it never got into her heart.

She continued to be much liked, and in the shop was delightful.

If she ever had another offer of marriage, the fact remained unknown.

She lived to be a sweet, gracious little old lady--and often forgot that she was a widow, but never that she was a wife.