Sheseemedonthepointofsayingakindwordortwomore，when，seeingthebeadlecomingtowardme，shedrewback，asifshewasafraidofhim，andleftthechurchyard。
\"Here’smysubscriptiontowardthefuneral，\"saidthebeadle，givingmebackhisshillingfee。\"Don’tsayanythingaboutit，foritmightn’tbeapprovedofinabusinesspointofview，ifitcametosomepeople’sears。Hasthelandlordsaidanythingmoretoyou？no，Ithoughtnot。He’stoopoliteamantogivemethetroubleofpullinghimup。Don’tstopcryinghere，mydear。Taketheadviceofamanfamiliarwithfunerals，andgohome。\"
Itriedtotakehisadvice，butitseemedlikedesertingMarytogoawaywhenalltherestforsookher。
Iwaitedabouttilltheearthwasthrowninandthemanhadlefttheplace，thenIreturnedtothegrave。Oh，howbareandcruelitwas，withoutsomuchasabitofgreenturftosoftenit！Oh，howmuchharderitseemedtolivethantodie，whenIstoodalonelookingattheheavypiled—uplumpsofclay，andthinkingofwhatwashiddenbeneaththem！
Iwasdrivenhomebymyowndespairingthoughts。ThesightofSallylightingthefireinmyroomeasedmyheartalittle。Whenshewasgone，ItookupRobert’sletteragaintokeepmymindemployedontheonlysubjectintheworldthathasanyinterestforitnow。