The casket was closed forever.

They lifted it, and carried it out carefully down the steps.

They rolled it into a hearse that stood upon the gravel, and the man who closed the lid buttoned a black curtain over the casket.
The same man went to the front door and read several names from a paper in a clear, dry voice.

The people designated came down stairs, went out of the door, and stepped into carriages.

The company rose in the library and drawing-room, and, moving toward the hall, looked at the mourners--at Hope Wayne and Mrs.Simcoe, at Mr.and Mrs.Budlong Dinks, Mr.and Mrs.
Alfred Dinks, and others, as they passed out.
Presently the procession began to move slowly along the avenue.