Not in the chancel--away at the back. You couldn't see her. I
think it showed very nice feeling in her to come, and to send those
lovely roses too--from her own greenhouse. I must say everybody has been
most kind, and there wasn't a hitch in the arrangements. I often think
you have only to be in real trouble to know who your true friends are.
I'm sure the sympathy--and the flowers--you wouldn't have known he was
lying in his little coffin--and Swinny--that woman has feeling. I saw
her--sobbing as if her heart would break. We misjudged her, Molly, we did
indeed. Really, her devotion at the last--"

At this point Molly turned her back on her mother and looked out of
the window. They were going up the village street now, and a hard
tearless face was presented to a highly emotional group of spectators.
All Drayton Parva was alive to the fact that Mrs. Nevill Tyson was an
unnatural mother. "I'm sure the villagers did everything they could
to show their respect. There was Pinker's father, and Ashby, at the
gate--with their hats off. And for Baby--poor little darling, if he only
knew! Well, it shows what they think of you and Nevill. You've got mud on
your skirt, dear--off the wheel getting into the carriage. Pinker should
have been more careful. How wise you were to get that good serge. It's
everlasting. At any rate it'll last you as long as you want it. Ah-h!
My poor child"--she laid her hand on Mrs. Nevill Tyson's averted
shoulder--"you'll _not_ fret, will you, now? No--you're too brave, I
know. The more I think of it the more I feel that it's all for the best.
Think--if he'd lived to be older you'd have cared more, and it would
have been harder then--when he was running about and playing. You can't
have the same feeling for a little baby. And he was so delicate, too, you
really couldn't have wished it. He had your father's constitution. And if
you'd tried to teach him anything, he'd just have got water on the brain.
Ah-h-h-h! Depend upon it, it'll bring you and Nevill closer together."

A white rosebud, dropped on the back seat, marked the place where the
coffin had rested. Mrs. Nevill Tyson picked it up and crushed it in her
hand.

"Yes. I know you've had your little tiffs lately. Somebody said,
'It's blessings on the falling out that all the more endears.' Who was
it? I don't know how it goes on; I've such a head for poetry. They
kissed--kissed--kissed. Whoever was it now? Oh! It was poor dear Mrs.
Browning. They kiss