I must add that none of the generous acts marking her patronage of intellectual and other merit have done so much for her reputation as her lending Neil Paraday the most beautiful of her numerous homes to die in.

He took advantage to the utmost of the singular favour.

Day by day I saw him sink, and I roamed alone about the empty terraces and gardens.

His wife never came near him, but I scarcely noticed it: as I paced there with rage in my heart I was too full of another wrong.

In the event of his death it would fall to me perhaps to bring out in some charming form, with notes, with the tenderest editorial care, that precious heritage of his written project.