There had been much quiet happiness at Clapham, and much in Cadogan Place; but it was round the house in Great Ormond Street that the dearest associations gathered.
More than forty years afterwards, when Lady Trevelyan was dying, she had herself driven to the spot, as the last drive she ever took, and sat silent in her carriage for many minutes with her eyes fixed upon those well-known walls.
[In August 1857, Macaulay notes in his diary: "I sent the carriage home, and walked to the Museum.

Passing through Great Ormond Street I saw a bill upon No.50.I knocked, was let in, and went over the house with a strange mixture of feelings.

It is more than twenty-six years since I was in it.

The dining-room, and the adjoining room, in which I once slept, are scarcely changed--the same colouring on the wall, but more dingy.

My father's study much the same;--the drawing-rooms too, except the papering.