"You walked up to yours nobly, and I must walk on to mine." So we shook hands, and I turned my face westward for the ferry.
I had over-calculated my strength, and limped sorely the last mile or two before reaching Minden Cottage.

Miss Plinlimmon opened the door to me, and I forgot my pain for an instant and ran into her arms.
But behind her lay an empty house.
"The Major is in the garden," she said.

"You will find him greatly changed, I expect.

Even since my coming I have noticed the alteration." I walked through to the summer-house.

The Major was fingering his Virgil, but laid it down and shook hands gravely.