He followed me to the Red Room without saying a word.
Ten minutes later he rang for the kettle and the bottle of brandy.

When I took them in I found him unpacking a small carpet-bag, which was the only luggage he had brought with him.

He still kept silence, and did not appear to take any notice of me.

I left him immediately without our having so much as exchanged a single word.
So far as I could tell, the night passed quietly.

The next morning I heard that my mistress was suffering so severely from a nervous attack that she was unable to rise from her bed.