'Tes the wear an' tear, that's what 'tes, as Aunt Lovey said arter killin' her boy wi' whackin'." The fact is that Mr.Fogo was solving his problem, though the process was painful enough.

He was concerned, too, for Caleb, whose rest was often broken by his master's restlessness.

In consequence he determined to fit up a room for his own use.

Caleb opposed the scheme at first; but, finding that the business of changing diverted Mr.Fogo's melancholy, gave way at last, on a promise that "no May-games" should be indulged in--a festival term which was found to include somnambulism, suicide, and smoking in bed.
The room chosen lay on the upper storey at the extreme east of the house, and looked out, between two tall elms, upon the creek and the lepers' burial-ground.

It was chosen as being directly over the room occupied by Caleb, so that, by stamping his foot, Mr.Fogo could summon his servant at any time.