and never hinted that his purpose might again be liable to change.  On the Friday, Emily with her child, and Hugh with all their baggage, travelled out on the road to Casalunga, thinking it better that there should be no halt in the town on their return.  At Casalunga, Hugh went up the hill with the driver, leaving Mrs Trevelyan in the carriage.  He had been out at the house before in the morning, and had given all necessary orders, but still at the last moment he thought that there might be failure.  But Trevelyan was ready, having dressed himself up with a laced shirt, and changed his dressing-gown for a blue frock-coat, and his brocaded cap for a Paris hat, very pointed before and behind, and closely turned up at the sides.  But Stanbury did not in the least care for his friend’s dress.  ‘Take my arm,’ he said, ’and we will go down, fair and easy.  Emily would not come up because of the heat.’  He suffered himself to be led, or almost carried down the hill; and three women, and the coachman, and an old countryman who worked on the farm, followed with the luggage.  It took about an hour and a half to pack the things; but at last they were all packed, and corded, and bound together with sticks, as though it were intended that they should travel in that form to Moscow.  Trevelyan the meanwhile sat on a chair which had been brought out for him from one of the cottages, and his wife stood beside him with her boy.  ‘Now then we are ready,’ said Stanbury.  And in that way they bade farewell to Casalunga.  Trevelyan sat speechless in the carriage, and would not even notice the child.  He seemed to be half dreaming and to fix his eyes on vacancy.  ’He appears to think of nothing now,’ Emily said that evening to Stanbury.  But who can tell how busy and how troubled are the thoughts of a madman!

They had now succeeded in their object of inducing their patient to return with them to England; but what were they to do with him when they had reached home with him?  They rested only a night at Florence; but they found their fellow-traveller so weary, that they were unable to get beyond Bologna on the second day.  Many questions were asked of him as to where he himself would wish to take up his residence in England; but it was found almost impossible to get an answer.  Once he suggested that he would like to go back to Mrs Fuller’s cottage at Willesden, from whence they concluded that he would wish to live somewhere out of London.  On his first day’s journey he was moody and silent, wilfully assuming the airs of a much-injured person.  He spoke hardly at all, and would notice nothing that was said to him by his wife.  He declared once that he regarded Stanbury as his keeper, and endeavoured to be disagreeable and sullenly combative; but on the second day, he was too weak for this, and accepted, without remonstrance, the attentions that were paid to him.  At Bologna they rested a day, and from thence both Stanbury and Mrs Trevelyan wrote to Nora.  They did not know