What I'm most afraid of after all is lest the 'Holiness of our Lord' should agree to reform at the last moment.

It's too late; it must be too late--it ought to be too late....
Poor Mr.Landor is in perfect health and in rather good spirits, seeming reconciled to his fate of exile.

In the summer he moaned over it sadly, 'never could be happy except in England'; and I rather leant to sending him back, I confess.

But Mr.Forster and other friends seemed to think that if he went back he could never be kept from the attack, all would come over again; and really that was probable.

Still, I feared for him before he went to Siena.