"Not yet.

I have been abroad for so long." She suddenly relapsed into her curious habit.

Her lips moved, but no words came.

She had turned her head a little and was facing the sea.
"Tell me," Hamel asked gently, "why do you come out here alone, so far from the village ?" She pointed with her finger to where the waves were breaking in a thin line of white, about fifty yards from the beach.
"It's the cemetery, that," she said, "the village cemetery, you know.

I have three buried there: George, the eldest; James, the middle one; and David, the youngest.