She knew her father's ideas, and must do her endeavor to have the funeral as simple as possible.

It was a relief to have something, anything, to do in his name.
Mr.Turnbull came, and the coarse man was kind.

It went not a little against the grain with him to order what he called a pauper's funeral for the junior partner in the firm; but, more desirous than ever to conciliate Mary, he promised all that she wished.
"Marston was but a poor-spirited fellow," he said to his wife when he told her; "the thing is a disgrace to the shop, but it's fit enough for him .-- It will be so much money saved," he added in self-consolation, while his wife turned up her nose, as she always did at any mention of the shop.
Mary returned to her father's room, now silent again with the air of that which is not.

She took from the table the old silver watch.

It went on measuring the time by a scale now useless to its owner.