I saw it on fire.

But, Philip, there was a fiercer flame consuming me than ever swept that house.

I thank God it Is quenched for ever and that my heart and soul, refreshed, made new, bear no scars now of that infernal conflagration.
"I sit here at my window and see below me the folds of the dear flag stirring; in my ears, often, is the noise of drums from the dusty avenue where new regiments are passing on into the unknown--no longer the unknown to us--but the saddest of all truths.
"Sometimes Celia comes from the still, leafy seclusion of Fort Greene Place, to love me, caress me, gently jeer at me for the hint of melancholy in my gaze, shaming me for a love-sick thing that droops and pines in the absence of all that animates her soul and body with the desire to live.
"She is only partly right; I am very tired, Phil.

Not that I am ill.

I am well, now.