Thusuncertainlytheweekpassedon；tillonemorningStockdalesaidtoher:’Ihavehadaletter，Lizzy。ImustcallyouthattillI
amgone。’
’Gone？’saidsheblankly。
’Yes，’hesaid。’Iamgoingfromthisplace。IfeltitwouldbebetterforusboththatIshouldnotstayafterwhathashappened。
Infact，Icouldn’tstayhere，andlookonyoufromdaytoday，withoutbecomingweakandfalteringinmycourse。Ihavejustheardofanarrangementbywhichtheotherministercanarrivehereinaboutaweek；andletmegoelsewhere。’