Roger Ingleton, as he expected, had fallen asleep where he knelt.
The wretched days between the death and the funeral dragged on in the usual dismal fashion.

Mrs Ingleton kept her room; the domestics took the occasion to neglect their work, and Roger Ingleton, minor, passed through all the stages from inconsolable misery to subdued cheerfulness.
Mr Armstrong alone went through no stages, but remained the same unimpassioned individual he had been ever since he became a member of the Maxfield household.
"Armstrong," said the boy, the day before the funeral, "do you know, I'm the only male Ingleton left ?" "I didn't know it.

Have you no uncles or cousins ?" "None on our side.

Some distant cousins on, mother's side, but they're abroad.

We were going over the lot yesterday, mother and I; but we couldn't scrape up a single relation to come to-morrow.