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Danish small coin, so she had to carry a good
deal of luggage herself, and over-fatigued as she
was, shivering with cold, and deeply depressed
in mind, no wonder that she felt as if she would
collapse. On her arrival in Stockholm, the 4th
February in the morning, she felt ill. Still she
worked all the next day, and delivered her
lecture on Friday, the 6th. She never missed
a lecture when she could help it. She even went
to a party at the Observatory the same evening.
But there an attack of fever came on; she
retired, but could not get a cab, and, helpless as
she was, never knowing her way in Stockholm,
she got into a wrong tram-car. It took her a
long time to get home by a round-about way,
and then she sat up the whole night, shivering
with fever, sad to death, feeling herself a prey to
the violent illness that had seized her. That
same day she had said to my brother, who was
the head of the University, that no matter at
what cost, she meant to get leave from her
work in April, in order to go abroad again. It
was her only comfort, when she came home in
despair, to lay plans for new journeys. In the
mean time, she meant to calm her restless mind
with work. She had several new schemes in her
head, and talked about them with great interest.
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