The number of them was of course all the greater from the fact that the society, at least so far as English and Americans were concerned, was to a very great degree a floating one.

They come back to my memory, when I think of those times, like a long procession of ghosts! Most of them, I suppose, _are_ ghosts by this time.

They pass away out of one's ken, and are lost! Some, thank Heaven, are _not_ lost; and some though lost, will never pass out of ken! If I were writing only for myself, I should like to send my memory roving among all that crowd of phantoms, catch them one after another as they dodge about half eluding one when just on the point of recovering them, and, fixing them in memory's camera, photograph them one after another.

But I cannot hope that such a gallery would be as interesting to the reader as it certainly would to me.

And I must content myself with recording my recollections of those among them in whom the world may be supposed to take an interest.
Theodosia Garrow, when living with her parents at "The Braddons," at Torquay, had known Elizabeth Barrett.