When we left the Gardens he sang me that German song, 'My heart's relief is crying freely,' with a fervor of sentiment which must have awakened every light sleeper in the neighborhood.
Retiring to my bedchamber, I found an open letter on my toilet-table.

It was addressed to my aunt by the lawyer; and it announced that he had decided on accompanying her to the madhouse--without pledging himself to any further concession.

In leaving the letter for me to read, my aunt had written across it a line in pencil: "You can go with us, David, if you like." My curiosity was strongly aroused.

It is needless to say I decided on being present at the visit to Bedlam..