But before parting my brother asked for it, and insisted that it should be brought with him, though I had never heard him play a note on it for many weeks.
He took an interest in all the petty episodes of travel, and certainly appeared to derive more entertainment from the journey than was to have been anticipated in his feeble state of health.
To the incidents of the evening spent in the Via del Giardino he made no allusion of any kind, nor did I for my part wish to renew memories of so unpleasant a nature.

His only reference occurred one Sunday evening as we were passing a small graveyard near Genoa.

The scene apparently turned his thoughts to that subject, and he told me that he had taken measures before leaving Naples to ensure that the remains of Adrian Temple should be decently interred in the cemetery of Santa Bibiana.
His words set me thinking again, and unsatisfied curiosity prompted me strongly to inquire of him how he had convinced himself that the skeleton at the foot of the stairs was indeed that of Adrian Temple.

But I restrained myself, partly from a reliance on his promise that he would one day explain the whole story to me, and partly being very reluctant to mar the enjoyment of the peaceful scenes through which we were passing, by the introduction of any subjects so jarring and painful as those to which I have alluded.
We reached London at last, and here we stopped a few days to make some necessary arrangements before going down to Worth Maltravers.

I had urged upon John during the journey that immediately on his arrival in London he should obtain the best English medical advice as to his own health.