Dangerous,'
though the
cunning of
the
workman's
hand had
departed.
And then
there was
his last
tour to
Italy in
search of
rest and
health,
during
which,
while at
Naples, in
spite of
all
remonstrances,
he gave
several
hours
every
morning to
the
composition
of a new
novel,
which,
however,
has not
seen the
light.
Scott
returned
to
Abbotsford
to die. "I
have seen
much," he
said on
his
return,
"but
nothing
like my
own
