A coach was to start for Naples the next day; not caring to see Rome, I went to bed until the time for the departure of the coach.

I travelled with three low fellows to whom I did not address one word through the whole of the journey.

I entered Naples on the 6th day of September.
I went immediately to the address which had been given to me in Rome; the bishop was not there.

I called at the Convent of the Minims, and I found that he had left Naples to proceed to Martorano.

I enquired whether he had left any instructions for me, but all in vain, no one could give me any information.