The Squire was laid by the side of his father, Mr.Bastow in the spot where many of his predecessors had slept before him.
Mark had been greatly affected, not only by his own loss, but by the sight of the general grief among those for whom the Squire had done so much.

Even Mr.Prendergast, who had taken part in many such functions over departed clients, was much moved by the scene.
"I have been at many funerals," he said to Mark as they walked back to the Hall, "but I never have been at one that so affected me.

No monument ever raised, sir, did such credit to him who was laid beneath it as the tears of those simple villagers." Mark did not reply; his heart was altogether too full to speak.

As they entered the house he said, "The ladies will have their lunch upstairs, Mr.Prendergast; we may as well have ours at once, and then you can call them down if there is any business to be done." "That will not take long," the lawyer said.

"I have brought down the wills of both your uncle the Colonel, and your father, and I think that it would be as well for me to read them both.