Behind him came three or four farm servants; then a yeoman and his wife; and last, at a little distance, three or four onlookers.
There was dead silence as he came; the hum of talk died at the corners; the bells' clamour had even now ceased.

It seemed as if each man waited for his neighbour to speak.

There was only the sound of the squire's brisk footsteps on the few yards of cobbles that paved the walk up to the lych-gate.

At the door of the church, seen beyond him, was a crowd of faces.
Then a man called something aloud from fifty yards away; but there was no voice to echo him.

The folk just watched their lord go by, staring on him as on some strange sight, forgetting even to salute him.