A little further down the line came another carriage, and in
it was Sir Robert Aylward, staring before him with cold, impassive face.
In his dream Alan thought to himself that he must have borrowed this
carriage, which would not be strange, as he generally used motors,
for there was a peer's coronet upon the panels and the silver-mounted
harness.
The funeral passed and suddenly vanished into the churchyard gates,
leaving Alan wondering why his cousin Haswell was not seated at
Barbara's side. Then it occurred to him that it might be because he was
in the coffin, and at that moment in his dream he heard the Asika asking
Jeekie what he saw; heard Jeekie answering also, "A burying in the
country called England."
"Of whom, Jeekie?" Then after some hesitation, the answer:
"Of a lady whom my lord loves very much. They bury her."
"What was her name, Jeekie?"
"Her name was Barbara."
"Bar-bara, why that you told me was the name of his mother and his
sister. Which of them is buried?"
"Neither, O Asika. It was another lady who loved him very much and
wanted to marry him, and that was why he ran away to Africa. But now she
is dead and buried.
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