And very extraordinary provisions they turned out to be.

I was thunderstruck when I heard them.
And the exasperating thing is that I feel sure my poor brother imagined that he had made everything perfectly safe and simple." "They generally do," I said, rather vaguely.
"I suppose they do," said Mr.Bellingham; "but poor John has made the most infernal hash of his will, and I am certain that he has utterly defeated his own intentions.

You see, we are an old London family.

The house in Queen Square where my brother nominally lived, but actually kept his collection, has been occupied by us for generations, and most of the Bellinghams are buried in St.George's burial-ground close by, though some members of the family are buried in other churchyards in the neighbourhood.

Now, my brother--who, by the way, was a bachelor--had a strong feeling for the family traditions, and he stipulated, not unnaturally, in his will that he should be buried in St.George's burial-ground among his ancestors, or, at least, in one of the places of burial appertaining to his native parish.