rs had sent their carriages; but most came themselves, to do the last honour to one greatly respected.
Mr. Churchouse paid little attention to the obsequies.
"Not at his father's funeral!" he kept thinking to himself. His simple mind was thrown into a large confusion by such an incident. The fact persisted rather than the reason for it. He longed to learn more, but could not until the funeral was ended.
When the coffin came to the grave, Mary Dinnett stole home to look after the midday dinner. It had weighed on her mind since she awoke, for Miss Ironsyde and Daniel were coming to 'The Magnolias' to partake of a meal before returning home. There were no relations from afar to be considered, and no need for funeral baked meats in the dead man's house.
When all was ended and only old William Baggs stood by the grave and watched the sextons fill it, a small company walked together up the hill north of Bridetown. Daniel went first with Mr. Churchouse, and behind them followed Miss Jenny
Good novel about an English spinning mill, the family that owns it, and the workers that run it. The characters are well-drawn, especially the women. The plot reminded me of something Thomas Hardy might write.