But, after studiously regarding it for a minute or two, a bright idea, seemed to strike him, for he suddenly exclaimed, 'But I know what I'll do!' and then returned and took his seat at the table.

The letter-bag was already there, waiting to be opened.

He unlocked it and examined the contents, but said nothing about them.
'Is there anything for me ?' I asked.
'No.' He opened the newspaper and began to read.
'You'd better take your coffee,' suggested I; 'it will be cold again.' 'You may go,' said he, 'if you've done; I don't want you.' I rose and withdrew to the next room, wondering if we were to have another such miserable day as yesterday, and wishing intensely for an end of these mutually inflicted torments.

Shortly after I heard him ring the bell and give some orders about his wardrobe that sounded as if he meditated a long journey.

He then sent for the coachman, and I heard something about the carriage and the horses, and London, and seven o'clock to-morrow morning, that startled and disturbed me not a little.
'I must not let him go to London, whatever comes of it,' said I to myself; 'he will run into all kinds of mischief, and I shall be the cause of it.