A stout and somnolent gentleman, with red cheeks and eyes half closed, was the only mourner from the outside world at the funeral.

This, it appeared, was an uncle.

Father dead, mother divorced and leading a pleasant existence amongst the capitals of Europe.

The uncle, although maintaining a decent appearance of grief, was obviously, at heart, relieved to be rid of his nephew so easily.

Poor Carfax! For so rubicund and noisy a person he left strangely little mark upon the world.