"If you don't like to go to her I don't wish to force you." And so the question remained for him still: how should he remedy this perilous state of things?
For days he sat in a moody attitude over the fire, a pitcher of cider standing on the hearth beside him, and his drinking-horn inverted upon the top of it.

He spent a week and more thus composing a letter to the chief offender, which he would every now and then attempt to complete, and suddenly crumple up in his hand..