My beloved is mine, and I am his.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:
For love is strong as death.
IT was Christmas, 1860, that I went to stop with my relatives, Sir Clifford and Lady Constable (his first wife, née Chichester), at Burton Constable—the father and mother of the present baronet. There was a large party in the house, and we were singing; some one propped up the music with the Times, which had just arrived, and the first announcement that caught my eye was that "Captain R. F. Burton had arrived from America."
I was unable, except by great resolution, to continue what I was doing. I soon retired to my room, and sat up all night, packing, and conjecturing how I should get away—all my numerous plans tending to a "bolt" next morning—should I get an affectionate letter from
- ↑ This chapter is a condensed account of Lady Burton's marriage, as related by herself in her Life of her husband, with some fresh material added.
