She was quite composed; very still, very silent.

She put aside everything that savoured of mere business: sent people to Mr.Horner for that.

But she was proudly alive to every possible form which might do honour to the last of her race.
In those days, expresses were slow things, and forms still slower.

Before my lady's directions could reach Vienna, my lord was buried.

There was some talk (so Mrs.Medlicott said) about taking the body up, and bringing him to Hanbury.