The next morning, my maid brought me a hurried note written in pencil by my brother.

It contained only a few lines, saying that he found that his continued sojourn at Royston was not beneficial to his health, and had determined to return to Italy.

If we wished to write, letters would reach him at the Villa de Angelis: his valet Parnham was to follow him thither with his baggage as soon as it could be got together.

This was all; there was no word of adieu even to his wife.
We found that he had never gone to bed that night.

But in the early morning he had himself saddled his horse _Sentinel_ and ridden in to Derby, taking the early mail thence to London.