De Stancy was the chief mourner and only relation present, the other followers of the broken-down old man being an ancient lawyer, a couple of faithful servants, and a bowed villager who had been page to the late Sir William's father--the single living person left in the parish who remembered the De Stancys as people of wealth and influence, and who firmly believed that family would come into its rights ere long, and oust the uncircumcized Philistines who had taken possession of the old lands.
The funeral was over, and the rusty carriages had gone, together with many of the spectators; but Power lingered in the churchyard as if he were looking for some one.

At length he entered the church, passing by the cavernous pitfall with descending steps which stood open outside the wall of the De Stancy aisle.

Arrived within he scanned the few idlers of antiquarian tastes who had remained after the service to inspect the monuments; and beside a recumbent effigy--the effigy in alabaster whose features Paula had wiped with her handkerchief when there with Somerset--he beheld the man it had been his business to find.

Abner Power went up and touched this person, who was Dare, on the shoulder.
'Mr.Power--so it is!' said the youth.

'I have not seen you since we met in Carlsruhe.' 'You shall see all the more of me now to make up for it.