Mark and Tom were the only mourners; Lucy and Valencia stayed at Mark's house, to return next day under Tom's care to Eaton Square.
The two mourners walked back sadly from the churchyard.

"I shall put a stone over him, Tom.

He ought to rest quietly now; for he had little rest enough in this life....
"Now, I want to talk to you about something; when I've taken off my hatband, that is; for it would be hardly lucky to mention such matters with a hatband on." Tom looked up, wondering.
"Tell me about his wife, meanwhile.

What made him marry her?
Was she a pretty woman ?" "Pretty enough, I believe, before she married: but I hardly think he married her for her face." "Of course not!" said the old man with emphasis; "of course not! Whatever faults he had, he'd be too sensible for that.

Don't you marry for a face, Tom! I didn't." Tom opened his eyes at this last assertion; but humbly expressed his intention of not falling into that snare.
"Ah?
you don't believe me: well, she was a beautiful woman .-- I'd like to see her fellow now in the county!--and I won't deny I was proud of her.
But she had ten thousand pounds, Tom.