[London—Friday, 15 October 1869]
Friday up very early having slept but little, our whole thoughts absorbed in the farewell which was yet to come. Found C.D. at the station where we walked and talked until the last. He in his cheery way making us look at and think of other things until the signal came. A crowd had collected to see him by the time we started but he did not seem to see it and the blood rushed all over his face as the tears came to ours and we were off. He ran forward a few steps and all was over—except eternity.
