And I must set about parting with them without delay, for the funeral is to be to-morrow, the thirteenth.
The funeral--Mary's funeral! It is well that the straits and difficulties I am in keep my mind on the stretch.

If I had leisure to grieve, where should I find the courage to face to-morrow?
Thank God they did not want me at the inquest.

The verdict given, with the doctor, the policeman, and two persons from the place where she worked, for witnesses, was Accidental Death.

The end of the cravat was produced, and the coroner said that it was certainly enough to suggest suspicion; but the jury, in the absence of any positive evidence, held to the doctor's notion that she had fainted and fallen down, and so got the blow on her temple.

They reproved the people where Mary worked for letting her go home alone, without so much as a drop of brandy to support her, after she had fallen into a swoon from exhaustion before their eyes.