Somerset, though misty in his conjectures, was seized with a growing conviction that there was something in Miss De Stancy's allusion to the telegram which ought to be explained.
He felt an insurmountable objection to cross the water that night, or till he had been able to see Charlotte again, and learn more of her meaning.

He countermanded the order to put his luggage on board, watched the steamer out of the harbour, and went to bed.

He might as well have gone to battle, for any rest that he got.

On rising the next morning he felt rather blank, though none the less convinced that a matter required investigation.

He left Budmouth by a morning train, and about eleven o'clock found himself in Markton.
The momentum of a practical inquiry took him through that ancient borough without leaving him much leisure for those reveries which had yesterday lent an unutterable sadness to every object there.