Now, it's over!'
'O no, John, not over. Do not say it's over yet!
Not quite yet. I have heard your noble words. I
could not steal away, pretending to be ignorant of
what has affected me with such deep gratitude. Do
not say it's over, till the clock has struck again!'
She had entered shortly after Tackleton, and had
remained there. She never looked at Tackleton, but
fixed her eyes upon her husband. But she kept away
from him, setting as wide a space as possible between
them; and though she spoke with most impassioned
earnestness, she went no nearer to him even then.
How different in this from her old self!
'No hand can make the clock which will strike
again for me the hours that are gone,' replied the
Carrier, with a faint smile. 'But let it be so, if you
will, my dear. It will strike soon. It's of little
matter what we say. I'd try to please you in a harder
case than that.'
'Well!' muttered Tackleton. 'I must be off, for
when the clock strikes again, it'll be necessary for
me to be upon my way to church. Good-morning,
John Peerybingle.
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