Our treatment in England did but increase this oblivion.
"We graduated at Oxford; my brother, who was two years older than I, waiting upon me that we might go together through Europe; and together we had three of the happiest years of life.

On the Continent I met _her_.

You see what she is; you know Francesca: it is useless for me to attempt to describe her.

I loved her,--she loved me,--it was confessed.
In a little while I called her wife; I would, if I could, tell you of the time that followed: I cannot.

We had a beautiful home, youth, health, riches, friends, happiness, two noble boys.