I get away in the evenings into the hayfields about Cumnor, and rest; but then my failing sight plagues me.

I cannot look at anything as I used to do, and the evening sky is covered with swimming strings and eels.

My best time is while I am in the Section room, for though it is hot, and sometimes wearisome, yet I have nothing to _say_,--little to do,--nothing to look at, and as much as I like to hear." He had to undergo a second disappointment in love; his health broke down again, and he was sent to Leamington to his former doctor, Jephson, once more a "consumptive" patient.

Dieted into health, he went to Scotland with a new-found friend, William Macdonald Macdonald of Crossmount.

But he had no taste for sport, and could make little use of his opportunities for distraction and relaxation.