May 23, 24, and 25.—Worked and exercised regularly. I do not feel that I care twopence about the change of diet as to taste, but I feel my strength much decayed. On horseback my spine feels remarkably sore, and I am tired with a few miles’ ride. We expect Walter coming down for the Fife election.
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[From May 25th to October 9th there are no dates in the Journal, but the entry beginning “I have been very ill” must have been made about the middle of September. “In the family circle,” says Mr. Lockhart, “he seldom spoke of his illness at all, and when he did, it was always in a hopeful strain.” “In private, to Laidlaw and myself, his language corresponded exactly with the tone of the Diary. He expressed his belief that the chances of recovery were few—very few—but always added that he considered it his duty to exert what faculties remained to him for the sake of his creditors to the very last.—’I am very anxious,’ he repeatedly said to me, ’to be done one way or other with this Count Robert, and a little story about the Castle Dangerous—which also I had long in my head—but after that I will attempt nothing more, at least not until I have finished all the notes for the Novels,’” etc.
On the 18th July he set out in company with Mr. Lockhart to visit Douglas Castle, St. Bride’s Church and its neighbourhood, for the purpose of verifying the scenery of Castle Dangerous, then partly printed, returning on the 20th.
He finished that book and Count Robert before the end of August.
In September, Mr. Lockhart, then staying at Chiefswood, and proposing to make a run into Lanarkshire for a day or two, mentioned overnight at Abbotsford that he intended to take his second son, then a boy of five or six years of age, and Sir Walter’s namesake, with him on the stage-coach.
Next morning the following
affectionate billet was put into his
hands:—
To J.G. LOCKHART, Esq., Chiefswood.
“DEAR DON, or Doctor Giovanni,
“Can you really be thinking of taking Wa-Wa by the coach—and I think you said outside? Think of Johnny, and be careful of this little man. Are you par hazard something in the state of the poor capitaine des dragons that comes in singing:—
’Comment? Parbleu!
Qu’en pensez vous,
Bon gentilhomme, et pas un
sous’?
“If so, remember
‘Richard’s himself again,’ and make
free use of
the enclosed cheque
on Cadell for L50. He will give you the ready
as you pass through,
and you can pay when I ask.
“Put horses to
your carriage, and go hidalgo fashion. We shall
all
have good days yet.
’And those sad days
you deign to spend
With me I shall requite them
all;
Sir Eustace for his friends
shall send
And thank their love in Grayling
Hall!’[462]