They walked across the grass. The cemetery was beautifully tended and the lavender bushes brought in the bees and that little nudge of toil lifted the murmuring of sorrow. Swifts, yet to depart, darted joyfully overhead. Ulysses knew where to find Captain Darnley, of course, and it took him no time at all to say, Over here, Evelyn. Here he is.
