Emily tortured him by observing that he had no appetite.

He excused himself by telling of his dinner in Hebsworth, and, as soon as possible, left the table.

He went upstairs and hoped to find solitude for a time in the garret.
Emily joined him, however, before long.

At her entrance he caught up the first bottle his hand fell upon, and seemed to be examining it.
'What is that ?' Emily asked, noticing his intentness, which in reality had no meaning.
'This?
Oh, cyanide of potassium.

I was looking--no, it's nothing.