[141]. This was the celebrated visit to contest the County of Midlothian,—a “triumphal procession”!
[142]. It was not till later—not perhaps till she saw that regrettable number of Fors Clavigera that S. J.-B. had any clear idea what the trouble was.
[143]. Dr. Agnes M‘Laren had taken the house adjoining S. J.-B.’s.
[144]. She was working at the solubility of fats, and the ether fumes were supposed to have proved insidiously poisonous.
[145]. “Poor Child.”
[146]. This house is now the picturesque nucleus of the Edinburgh Hospital for Women and Children.
[147]. S. J.-B. made great friends with the birds in her garden, and cats were accordingly taboo.
[148]. S. J.-B. and Miss Du Pre had visited the same hotel that summer.
[149]. “Ah,” said an old servant in later years. “We did see life in that house!”
[150]. “On est prié de ne rien donner aux domestiqúes.”