Nearly one of the last walked old Matthew Frost.
He had not gone to Verner's Pride, the walk so far was beyond him now, but fell in at the churchyard gate.

The fine, upright, hale man whom you saw at the commencement of this history had changed into a bowed, broken mourner.

Rachel's fate had done that.

On the right as they moved up the churchyard, was the mound which covered the remains of Rachel.

Old Matthew did not look towards it; as he passed it he only bent his head the lower.