I cannot think what has happened to detain him." Morris went quickly to the door again.
"I believe it is all a trick," he said, "and you don't want me to meet him.

I believe he is in his rooms the whole time.

I shall go and see." Before Mr.Taynton could stop him he had opened the front-door and banged it behind him, and was off hatless and coatless through the pouring perpendicular rain.
Mr.Taynton ran to the door, as if to stop him, but Morris was already halfway down the street, and he went upstairs to the drawing-room.

Morris was altogether unlike himself; this discovery of Mills's treachery seemed to have changed his nature.

Violent and quick he always was, but to-night he was suspicious, he seemed to distrust Mr.Taynton himself.