Manuel.

Five years.

Ph. Ay, but five years of wandering, Such as can but endear one’s home the more. My memory still would serve me to walk blindfold From any point of the city to these doors.

Man. What is your memory for our studies, Philip?

Ph. Too slippery for my profit. Yet the pleasure Lives very brightly;—nay, I could but name One deprivation I have more regretted.