The reunion of the sisters was now indeed complete.

(The lady who came to stay).

And now I may write the word "Finis," and go out to them with the satisfaction of having earned my freedom, and sit with Rose in the arbour beyond the hollyhocks, and, when she leaves me at twilight to see the younger bairns to bed, to hesitate between Lucretius and Vergil, and not knowing whether to take the philosopher or the poet from my pocket, to sit there in the dusk reading neither, and listening to the owls calling in the low wood under the fell.

(The elixir of life).