“Then we went to the station, where we had to wait some little time for the London train.
“It came up about nine o’clock. We entered it and were off to London. The daylight journey was even more pleasant than our festive night ride. I, who had been so confined all my life, could see the beautiful and varied scenery—the lakes and mountains of Northumberland; the moors and forests of Yorkshire; the castles, country seats, hamlets and farmhouses along the way. And to me all this was novel and delightful.
“We reached London at nightfall. And there we parted with Anglesea, who returned to Brighton to rejoin his friends the Middlemoors.
“As we were really very tired with our twenty-four hours of travel, without sleep, we went to the Norfolk Hotel for the night.
“The next day we spent in seeing some of the sights of London, which I had never seen, and which, of course, filled me with wonder and interest—indeed, all my life since I had left Weirdwaste was marvelously changed and enlarged, even as if I were born in a new world.
“The next morning we took the tidal train from London Bridge and went down to Dover to meet the Calais boat.
“‘We will spend a month in Paris, my soul,’ said Luigi to me, as we entered the train—‘a full month, no less, my life.’
“‘But have you not to go immediately to Italy?’ I inquired.
“‘Oh, no; I am recalled—that is, I am permitted to return, not commanded to do so,’ he explained.
“‘Oh, then I misunderstood you.’