He went to his room that night, but sleep came not to him.

He paced to and fro in a strange tumult of mind; and with the first light of dawn he clad himself in his riding suit, and when the household began to stir he sought a servant, and bade him tell the master that he desired instant speech of him.
Arthur came in brief space, and looked with surprise into Dalaber's pale, set face.

His wan looks told of his sleepless vigil, but he gave no chance for questions to be asked.

He spoke himself, and that rapidly.
"Arthur, I must forthwith to London.

Canst thou lend me a good horse?
Else I must needs go afoot." "A horse! Why, the pick of the stable is at thy service, friend Anthony.