They tried to let him hear nothing about it, but he seemed to know everything; and when Flora came into Margaret's room without her bonnet, he raised his head, and said, "I thought you were all going." "The others are--but may I not stay with you and her, papa ?" "I had rather be alone, my dears.

I will take care of her.

I should wish you all to be there." They decided that his wishes ought to be followed, and that the patients must be entrusted to old nurse.

Richard told Flora, who looked very pale, that she would be glad of it afterwards, and she had his arm to lean upon.
The grave was in the cloister attached to the minster, a smooth green square of turf, marked here and there with small flat lozenges of stone, bearing the date and initials of those who lay there, and many of them recording former generations of Mays, to whom their descent from the headmaster had given a right of burial there.

Dr.Hoxton, Mr.Wilmot, and the surgeon, were the only friends whom Richard had asked to be with them, but the minster was nearly full, for there was a very strong attachment and respect for Dr.and Mrs.May throughout the neighbourhood, and every one's feelings were strongly excited.
"In the midst of life, we are in death--" There was a universal sound as of a sort of sob, that Etheldred never disconnected from those words.
Yet hardly one tear was shed by the young things who stood as close as they could round the grave.