A little later on, Mr. Pergament got up to go out.
'There are the last melancholy details to be arranged,' he said; 'have you any wish on that point, as his nearest relation?'
'Only that his own wishes should be respected.'
'His father and mother are buried at Kensal Green. I dare say he would rather be there than at Penwyn.'
'One would suppose so.'
'Then I'll go and see about the removal, and so on,' said Mr. Pergament, taking up his hat. 'By the way—perhaps, before it is too late, you would like to see your cousin?'
Churchill gave a little start, almost a shudder.
'No,' he said, 'I never went in for that kind of thing.'