Chapter 32

'No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close,

As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,

The same look which she turned when he rose.'

Thomas Moore.

Here we all are at O'Carolan's Hotel in Dublin-all but the Colquhouns, who bade us adieu at the station, and the dear children, whose tears