"But what has good Parson Hooper got upon his face?"
"The relatives and friends were assembled in the house, and the more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of the good qualities of the deceased, when their talk was interrupted by the appearance of Mr. Hooper, still covered with his black veil. It was now an appropriate emblem."
The veil seems more fitting now.
"That night, the handsomest couple in Milford village were to be joined in wedlock."
Nobody could get themselves to bring up the preternatural crape on Mr. Hooper's head. Not even the deputies could as they plighted to.
Maybe this subject is too weighty to handle alone.
The only person in the village who had not scrumpled to address Mr. Hooper was his wife.
"Elizabeth, I will so far as my vow may suffer me. Know, then, this veil is a type and a symbol, and I am bound to wear it ever, both in light and darkness, in solitude and before the gaze of multitudes, and as with strangers, so will see it withdrawn. This dismal shade must separate me from the world: Even you, Elizabeth, can never come behind it!"
"First lay aside your black veil: Then tell me why you put it on."
One last time, while at his death bed, resolute Mr. Hooper was begged to remove his veil but he continued to refuse and ultimately died and was buried with it.