But if I hear that he is influential and takes his own line, I shall be very much pleased, even if that line is not quite the most respectable, or that influence is not now for the best." This letter was dated November 1st.

On November the 9th, Edward Bruce was killed by a fall from a dog-cart, driving into Cambridge from Ely.

He had driven over there with a friend, a pleasant but somewhat reckless man.

They had dined at Ely, and were returning in the evening, both in the highest spirits.

Edward was driving; the horse took fright, in a little village called Drayton, at a dog that ran across the road.