Presently there appeared a beautiful lady, likewise English and as obviously a gentlewoman, and an hour later my friend Roberts and I moved in.

The incident proved in many ways fateful.
The military gentleman proved to be Doctor Scott, the post surgeon.

He was, when we came to know him, the most interesting of men, a son of that Captain Scott who commanded Byron's flagship at Missolonghi in 1823; had as a lad attended the poet and he in his last illness and been in at the death, seeing the club foot when the body was prepared for burial.

His wife was adorable.

There were two girls and two boys.