He would have given anything, it seemed to him, to have the complication ended--to have Carrie acquiesce to an arrangement which would dispose of Drouet effectually and forever.
What to do.

He dressed thinking.

He moved about in the same chamber with his wife, unmindful of her presence.
At breakfast he found himself without an appetite.

The meat to which he helped himself remained on his plate untouched.

His coffee grew cold, while he scanned the paper indifferently.