Gesling had advised me to have the remains placed in the coffin at once, as decomposition would begin very rapidly, and at 8.30 in the evening the men came to screw it down.  An unsuccessful photograph of Oscar was taken by Maurice Gilbert at my request, the flashlight did not work properly.  Henri Davray came just before they had put on the lid.  He was very kind and nice.  On Sunday, the next day, Alfred Douglas arrived, and various people whom I do not know called.  I expect most of them were journalists.  On Monday morning at 9 o’clock, the funeral started from the hotel—­we all walked to the Church of St. Germain des Pres behind the hearse—­Alfred Douglas, Reggie Turner and myself, Dupoirier, the proprietor of the hotel, Henri the nurse, and Jules, the servant of the hotel, Dr. Hennion and Maurice Gilbert, together with two strangers whom I did not know.  After a low mass, said by one of the vicaires at the altar behind the sanctuary, part of the burial office was read by Father Cuthbert.  The Suisse told me that there were fifty-six people present—­there were five ladies in deep mourning—­I had ordered three coaches only, as I had sent out no official notices, being anxious to keep the funeral quiet.  The first coach contained Father Cuthbert and the acolyte; the second Alfred Douglas, Turner, the proprietor of the hotel, and myself; the third contained Madame Stuart Merrill, Paul Fort, Henri Davray and Sar Luis; a cab followed containing strangers unknown to me.  The drive took one hour and a half; the grave is at Bagneux, in a temporary concession hired in my name—­when I am able I shall purchase ground elsewhere at Pere la Chaise for choice.  I have not yet decided what to do, or the nature of the monument.  There were altogether twenty-four wreaths of flowers; some were sent anonymously.  The proprietor of the hotel supplied a pathetic bead trophy, inscribed, “A mon locataire,” and there was another of the same kind from “The service de l’Hotel,” the remaining twenty-two were, of course, of real flowers.  Wreaths came from, or at the request of, the following:  Alfred Douglas, More Adey, Reginald Turner, Miss Schuster, Arthur Clifton, the Mercure de France, Louis Wilkinson, Harold Mellor, Mr. and Mrs. Texiera de Mattos, Maurice Gilbert, and Dr. Tucker.  At the head of the coffin I placed a wreath of laurels inscribed, “A tribute to his literary achievements and distinction.”  I tied inside the wreath the following names of those who had shown kindness to him during or after his imprisonment, “Arthur Humphreys, Max Beerbohm, Arthur Clifton, Ricketts, Shannon, Conder, Rothenstein, Dal Young, Mrs. Leverson, More Adey, Alfred Douglas, Reginald Turner, Frank Harris, Louis Wilkinson, Mellor, Miss Schuster, Rowland Strong,” and by special request a friend who wished to be known as “C.B.”