His clothes began to hang about him, instead of fitting him all too tight; his complexion lost the red colour and became sallow; his eyes had a furtive look in them, so different to the old straightforward glance.
Some said he would take to his bed and die; some said he would jump into the pond one night, to be known no more in this world.

But he neither jumped into the pond nor took to his bed.

He went round his fields just the same as before--perhaps a little more mechanically; but still the old routine of daily work was gone through.

Leases, though for a short period, do not expire in a day; after awhile time began to produce its usual effect.

The sharpness of the pain wore off, and he set to work to make the best of matters.