The man himself and I looked each other in the eyes and passed on.

Once we encountered on a late evening among the graves, and I was not alone.
Mistress Percy had been restless, and had gone, despite the minister's protests, to sit upon the river bank.

When I returned from the assembly and found her gone, I went to fetch her.

A storm was rolling slowly up.
Returning the long way through the churchyard, we came upon him sitting beside a sunken grave, his knees drawn up to meet his chin, his eyes gloomily regardful of the dark broad river, the unseen ocean, and the ship that could not return for weeks to come.

We passed him in silence,--I with a slight bow, she with a slighter curtsy.