Poor Emily Garlett’s funeral took place on a beautiful bright spring morning. The broad sunny street of Terriford was filled with motors and carriages, and quite a concourse of people had come out from Grendon, as well as from the surrounding villages, to testify their respect for popular Harry Garlett, both as famous cricketer and as a generous employer of labour.
Every one saw him, for he followed his wife’s coffin on foot. So also did the various other people closely concerned with the departed lady.
Agatha Cheale was ashen pale, but looked very attractive in her close, nunlike bonnet and severely plain black dress. The few who knew him noticed that Miss Cheale’s brother was not there; but Mrs. Warren could have told them that her lodger had left the farm two days ago, so recovered in
