I started for the Turkish camp. On my arrival there, I found that Omer Pacha was dining out; so I left my card and respectful compliments, and took the road through the artillery camp. This gave me an opportunity of visiting Colonel St. George, who resided near the small village of Carrara, about two miles from Balaklava. The kind reception I met with from the Colonel, whom I had not seen since I left Scutari, caused some little delay, and I did not get on board till nearly nine o’clock. To my surprise, I learned that Lord Raglan had just left the _London_, after paying a farewell visit to Miss Nightingale. This I could hardly believe to be true--the space of time was so short. I much regretted not having waited longer, though certain that his lordship could not be offended, as I had left a message with the man on duty in the entrance hall to the effect that I was informed that he was not coming. CHAPTER XXIII. OUR STEAM VOYAGE IN THE “LONDON.” Orders to start--An accident in port--Farewells--Colonel Dennis’s good luck--Admiral Boxer’s kindness--_En route_ at last--Crimean Zouave flies--At sea--New scene of enchantment--A good dinner--Rough usage--A fog in the Black Sea--Out of our course--Fittings of the _London_--Enter the Bosphorus--Conversation with Miss Nightingale. We slept that night on board the _Baraguay d’Hilliers_, though all our baggage had been removed to the _London_, and at seven next morning we went on board. Miss Nightingale had passed a most excellent night, and the weather was very fine. Lord Ward, who had slept at the Commandant’s, came on board at half-past seven. After inquiring of Mrs. Roberts, the nurse, whether Miss Nightingale had been comfortable, he gave the captain orders for departure, which he had fixed for twelve o’clock, instead of nine. As the weather was so fine, he proposed that a sofa-bed should be placed upon deck, and that the captain should take us as far as the Bay of Sebastopol, where we might have a fine view of the besieged city, without incurring the slightest danger.