...the Europa. All were punctual, and said many kind things about my going away . . . . . But at ten I was off, the party following me to the door, and at half past 11 I was in Liverpool, having found Hawthorne in the cars, to enliven my last moments. I drove straight to the Barings', and got a plenty of letters, but opened only Anna's thoughtful, charming little note of the 14th, which had not been in Li...