Two miles inland from Sandyseal, there is a lonely old moated house.

In that house I was born.
When you return from America, write to me at the post-office, or at the hotel (I am equally well known in both places), and let us arrange for a speedy meeting.

I wish I could ask you to come and see me in my birth-place.

It was sold, years since, under instructions in my father's will, and was purchased for the use of a community of nuns.

We may look at the outside, and we can do no more.