The train had stopped at a place where there is a beautiful and well-known cemetery.

People bring their friends from long distances to lay them there.

When one passes the station, one nearly always sees sad faces and people in mourning on the platform.
There was more than one group there that day, and the man who sat in the corner looked out at them with gentle eyes.

He had fine, deep eyes and a handsome mouth.

When the poor woman in mourning almost stumbled into the carriage, followed by her child, he put out his hand to help her and gave her his seat.