As the sailors hauled it up, I noticed that the initials upon the portmanteaus were G.R.The owner was evidently an officer going home on leave, or invalided.

It did not, however, concern me, as I thought, and I turned away to look for Mr.Treherne, that I might fulfil my promise to escort his daughter and Mrs.Callendar to the general cemetery at Aden; for I knew he was not fit to do the journey, and there was nothing to prevent my going.
A few hours later I stood with Miss Treherne and Mrs.Callendar in the graveyard beside the fortress-wall, placing wreaths of artificial flowers and one or two natural roses--a chance purchase from a shop at the port--on the grave of the young journalist.

Miss Treherne had brought some sketching materials, and both of us (for, as has been suggested, I had a slight gift for drawing) made sketches of the burial-place.

Having done this, we moved away to other parts of the cemetery, looking at the tombstones, many of which told sad tales enough of those who died far away from home and friends.

As we wandered on, I noticed a woman kneeling beside a grave.