know?“

    ‘I kno, absently, fondly. ”It’s a s it? I sually I t you  you’re not.“

    ‘No, I’m not a surveyor. I’m ing a book about someone wo live here.“

    ‘the Angelfield girls?“

    ‘Yes.“

    Aurelius nodded ruminatively. “t.” For a moment his eyes were far away.

    ‘ill you come again, Margaret?“ he asked as I picked up my bag.

    ‘I’m bound to.“

    o  and dre a card. Aurelius Love, traditional Englisering for eddings, Cenings and Parties. ed to telepelep come to ttage and I’ll make you a proper tea.”

    Before ed, Aurelius took my ted it in an easy, old-faseps and he heavy doors behind him.

    Sloo tranger I  met—met and befriended. It  unlike me. And as I passed te, I reflected t perranger. as it just my imagination, or since meeting Miss inter  quite myself?

    GRAVESI  it too late for t, and pograp of tion. So I took my notebook out for my y but a small one, and t so very many graves. I found Joo t of our Lord, ed for tes and inscriptions into my notebook. One of t, a gay bunc closer to see ten.

    t see t it did not puzzle me for more te. t ombs ories carved into t  ed tone arcened vaults betimbers and ted, I peered at tones and monuments in tiny curies all aper loquacious line of encomium, expensively carved into costly marble. Anoto decipions; for today it was only a handful of names I was looking for.

    ity came to an end. C hey who decided—

    seemed not to o any great lengtions to come. Released from eartone