Departure and Reflection

We sat late, listening to his complaints, and making many little arrangements

for the future. The next morning early I departed. Tears gushed from the eyes of Elizabeth;

they proceeded partly from sorrow at my departure, and partly because she reflected that

the same journey was to have taken place three months before, when a mother’s

blessing would have accompanied me. I threw myself into the chaise that was to convey me

away, and indulged in the most melancholy reflections. I,

who had ever been surrounded by amiable companions, continually engaged in endeavouring

to bestow mutual pleasure, I was now alone. In the university, whither I was going,