They spent the hours in literary chat, and compared notes about Milton.

The first days were days of enjoyment.

But soon the recluse began to long for his nook at Weston.

Even the extensiveness of the view at Eartham made his mind ache, and increased his melancholy.

To Weston the pair returned; the paralytic, of course, none the better for her journey.
Her mind as well as her body was now rapidly giving way.