Mrs.Mel admitted them into the parlour, bowing much above the level of many of the heads that passed her.
Assembled were Messrs.

Barnes, Kilne, and Grossby, whom we know; Mr.
Doubleday, the ironmonger; Mr.Joyce, the grocer; Mr.Perkins, commonly called Lawyer Perkins; Mr.Welbeck, the pier-master of Lymport; Bartholomew Fiske; Mr.Coxwell, a Fallow field maltster, brewer, and farmer; creditors of various dimensions, all of them.

Mr.Goren coming last, behind his spectacles.
'My son will be with you directly, to preside,' said Mrs.Mel.

'Accept my thanks for the respect you have shown my husband.

I wish you good morning.' 'Morning, ma'am,' answered several voices, and Mrs.Mel retired.
The mourners then set to work to relieve their hats of the appendages of crape.