at the entrance of the cemetery
In a macabre irony Mary Shelley
brings Victor back to the kind of scene
with which, as a student in Ingolstadt, he was well familiar, now to
contemplate the unlooked-for consequences of his earlier grave-robbing in
the destruction of his family. The sudden reappearance of his Creature in
such a location -- the type, as it were, of the bed on which he was
conceived -- is perversely appropriate.