His siblings were the worst. A lot of things were 'the worst' in Robert's life, but his siblings were really quite terrible. It would have been bad enough if they had simply been dramatic, but they were dramatic in the loud kind of manner. Their mere presence could pull Robert out of his concentration and so he packed up his books, wrapped up warmly in an expensive blue coat, and walked into town and up the long flight of steps to St. Mary's graveyard. Perhaps it was a bit morbid - it probably was - but he loved sitting there. There was a little bench overlooking town and it felt quiet and spacious, that was, outside of tourist season. Tourists were the worst. 

He had come this long way and turned the corner... only to find that some young lady had the nerve to sit on his bench. Robert's resting scowl turned into a real scowl. He approached and pretended to observe a gravestone with great concentration, very close to the bench. Hopefully that would make her find a more quiet place.