In the October of 1890 I went to pay a short visit to my friends, the
Brabazons, of Penporran, in Cornwall. I could only spare a week out of
town, and looked forward to my visit with the pleasure which a busy man
must feel when he can relax his labours for a short time.
[Illustration: "WE HAD MANY MEMORIES TO REVIVE."]
Brabazon was an old college friend, and on the first evening of my stay
we had many memories to revive and many friends to talk over. We sat
until the small hours in his smoking-room, and it was early morning
before we retired to bed. Just as I was leaving the room, he said to
me:--
"By the way, you will find some disturbing elements at work here. I
know you are fond of attributing everything to some psychological
cause. I wonder what you will say to the love affairs of Randall,
Carleton, and Miss Farnham."