I don't like this lapsing into forgetfulness.

It may make or continue some injury to the brain.

I must not ask him, for fear I shall do more harm than good, but I must somehow learn the facts of his journey abroad.

The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.

Oh, Jonathan, you will, I know, forgive me if I do wrong, but it is for your own dear sake.
Later .-- A sad homecoming in every way, the house empty of the dear soul who was so good to us.