Amidst the topics of their conversation, I discovered that Pleyel had carefully omitted the mention of those events which had drawn upon me so much abhorrence.

I could not account for his silence on this subject.

Perhaps time or some new discovery had altered or shaken his opinion.

Perhaps he was unwilling, though I were guilty, to injure me in the opinion of my venerable kinsman.

I understood that he had frequently visited me during my disease, had watched many successive nights by my bedside, and manifested the utmost anxiety on my account.
The journey which he was preparing to take, at the termination of our last interview, the catastrophe of the ensuing night induced him to delay.