Ph.Ay, but five years of wandering,

Such as can but endear one’s home the more.

My memory still would serve me to walk blindfold

From any point of the city to these doors.

Man. What is your memory for our studies, Philip?

Ph. Too slippery for my profit. Yet the pleasure

Lives very brightly;—nay, I could but name

One deprivation I have more regretted.

MARGARET.

But now