At eleven o'clock there was a somewhat unnecessary display of nodding plumes and long-tailed black horses at the removal of the coffin to the railway station.

For some reason, the funeral arrangements had not been bruited about until Elkin made that envenomed attack on Grant in the Hare and Hounds the previous night.

Ingerman had sent a gorgeous wreath, the only one forthcoming locally.

This fact, of course, invited comment, though no whisperer in the crowd troubled to add that the interment was only announced in that day's newspapers.
Peters, meeting Mr.Franklin on the stairs of the inn, put a note into his hand.

It read: "Why don't you have a chat with Grant?
The public mind is being inflamed against him.