On the boulevard I met nobody.

As I neared the cemetery, I passed one man; otherwise I was, to all appearance, alone on this remote avenue.

The effect was sinister, or my mood made it so; yet I did not hasten my steps; the hours till midnight had to be lived through in some way, and why not in this?
No companion would have been welcome, and had the solitude been less perfect, I should have murmured at the prospect of intrusion.
The cemetery gates were shut.

This I had expected, but I did not need to enter the grounds to have a view of Adelaide's grave.

The Cumberland lot occupied a knoll in close proximity to the fence, and my only intention had been to pass this spot and cast one look within, in memory of Adelaide.