Suddenly turning to his attendant, to whom he always spoke in English, Arthur said: 'The funeral is to-day ?' 'Yes, sir, at ten o'clock.' 'Well, lock every door leading up this way, and shut out the gossipping blockheads who will come by hundreds, and, if we would let them, swarm into my room as thick as the frogs were in the houses of the Egyptians.
Shut the doors, Charles, and keep them out.' So the doors were shut and bolted, and then Arthur lay listening with that intensity which so quickens one's hearing, that the faintest sounds are distinct at great distances.

He heard the trampling footsteps as the people came crowding in, and the tread of horses' feet as sleigh after sleigh drove up the avenue, and once, with a shudder, he said: 'That is the hearse.

I am sure of it.' Then all was still, and listen as he might he could not distinguish the faintest sound until the services were over and the people began to leave the house.
'There,' he said, with a sigh of relief; 'it will soon be over.

Bring me my clothes, Charles.

I am going to get up and see the last of this poor woman.