It was composed of women, children, old men, and a few wounded private soldiers.
Olivia attended the funeral, wearing a composed but rather pathetic air, owing to the fact that her brow was most of the time knitted in a pondering, troubled frown.

Lady Croxley, Lord Loudwater's aged aunt, rode with her in the first coach.

She was a loquacious soul, and whiled away the journey to and from the church, which is over a mile from the Castle, with a panegyric on her dead nephew, and an astonished dissertation on the strange fact that Olivia had not had a woman with her during this sad time.

She ascribed her abstinence from this stimulant to her desire to be alone with her grief.

Olivia encouraged her harmless babble by a vague murmur at the right points, and continued to look pathetic.