we reached Matamoras, where we crossed the Rio Grande into Mexico territory.
Here we had to wait for steamer to take us to Havana, and at the latter place another delay occurred, when finally we were able to embark on board a Spanish ship, one of a line of steamers plying between Havana and Cadiz, which port we reached after a stormy passage of at least fourteen days.
From Cadiz we went on to Madrid, partly by stagecoach.
From Madrid, however, we could travel on by rail to Bordeaux and Paris.
On the last day of our journey, in looking over a newspaper, the first news that met my eye was that of the Duke de Morny's death.
It seemed like the irony of fate that the fulcrum—so to speak—of my efforts should fail me just as I was reaching my destination.
From that moment I knew that whatever sympathy I might meet with it could lead to no practical results.
I did not even seek an audience from the Emperor.
But it happened that among the former friends and acquaintances who, on