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"We took leave of the old minister, who shook hands warmly with us at parting, repeating his benediction.
"We returned to the hotel, where Anglesea paid the bill and reclaimed our bags.
"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.'
"‘Yes,' he said.
"‘And your estates, dear Luigi. Are they restored to you? ' I next inquired, without one mercenary thought in my heart.
"‘Yes,' he replied, with a curious smile. ‘Such as they are, my love and life, they are restored to me.'
"‘What do you mean? ' I questioned.
"‘That they were not worth keeping from me, my own. Yet, fear not. I am not without resources. We shall spend a gay month in Paris.'
"And so we did.
"We reached that city the next morning and took apartments at the ‘Splendide.'
"If to my rustic mind Brighton had been a delight Paris was now a rapture.