Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

";46 "WOTTON EEINFKEDknew what to make of this adventure. They examinedand re-examined the locket, they questioned andre- questioned the waiter, and all to little purpose.Except that it had been found about six weeksago, on a mountain road at some fifteen miles distance,he could tell them nothing. Wotton, in particular,with the vague imagination, which at suchan age a smaller circumstance will excite, could nothelp feeling an unusual interest in the matter, anddetermined if possible at no rate to part with thiscopy of himself, which chance had sohim.strangely sent'This trinket is not mine,' said he to the waiter,* yet I question whether you are like to meet with anyone who has a better right to it. I will leave you myaddress, and money to the full amount for the finderif the picture be ever claimed, you will know where itis to be had ; for in the meantime you must let metake it with me.'The man made littleobjection, and in return forthe deposit of a few guineas the toy was formally madeover. For the rest of the evening it formed betweenour friends the chief topic of conversation, whichindeed on Wotton's part was keptspirit.up with no greatHis mind was hunting over all its domains forsome trace of a solution to the mystery, or buildingon this slender basis all manner of castles in the air.He could not recollect that he had ever sat to anypainter, and who was this that had so daintily limned