He walked the floor again, pretending to be in an ordinary mood, but secretly troubled beyond the expression of words.
At one-thirty he went to Rector's for lunch, and when he returned a messenger was waiting for him.

He looked at the little chap with a feeling of doubt.
"I'm to bring an answer," said the boy.
Hurstwood recognized his wife's writing.

He tore it open and read without a show of feeling.

It began in the most formal manner and was sharply and coldly worded throughout.
"I want you to send the money I asked for at once.

I need it to carry out my plans.