How to pass the rest of today?
Pressing business was all off his hands, and he did not care to look up any of his acquaintances; he was not in the mood for talk.
Uncertain about the future, he had decided to warehouse the furniture, pictures, and so on, that belonged to him.

Perhaps it would be well if he occupied himself in going through his papers--making a selection for the fire.
He did so, until midway in the afternoon.

Perusal of old letters will not generally conduce to cheerfulness, and Glazzard once more felt his spirits sink, his brain grow feverishly active.

Within reach of where he sat was a railway time-table; he took it up, turned to the Great Western line, pondered, finally looked at his watch.
At two minutes to five he alighted from a cab at Paddington Station--rushed, bag in hand, to the booking-office--caught the Bristol train just as the guard had signalled for starting.
He was at Bristol soon after eight.

The town being strange ground to him, he bade a cabman drive him to a good hotel, where he dined.