Perhaps foreseeing the end, in October he went back down to Lamb House and as his sister-in-law would record “burned up quantities of papers and photographs”. But he became so ill he sat up for three nights, breathing with difficulty. His Rye doctor, Skinner, conveyed the truth: that, as he told Rhoda Broughton on November 15, he was suffering “a bad heart-crisis . . . . Bustling is at an end for me for ever now”.