A foreboding that I should never see him again oppressed my heart, and the tears came into my eyes as I saw the worn figure of my poor friend half helped, half lifted into the traveling-carriage, and borne away gently on the road toward home.
He had never recognized me, and the doctors had begged that I would give him, for some time to come, as few opportunities as possible of doing so.

But for this request I should have accompanied him to England.

As it was, nothing better remained for me to do than to change the scene, and recruit as I best could my energies of body and mind, depressed of late by much watching and anxiety.

The famous cities of Spain were not new to me, but I visited them again and revived old impressions of the Alhambra and Madrid.

Once or twice I thought of making a pilgrimage to the East, but late events had sobered and altered me.