I went down to dinner, but I could not force myself to eat.

Mr.Huntingdon remarked the circumstance.
'What's to do with you now ?' said he, when the removal of the second course gave him time to look about him.
'I am not well,' I replied: 'I think I must lie down a little; you won't miss me much ?' 'Not the least: if you leave your chair, it'll do just as well--better, a trifle,' he muttered, as I left the room, 'for I can fancy somebody else fills it.' 'Somebody else may fill it to-morrow,' I thought, but did not say.
'There! I've seen the last of you, I hope,' I muttered, as I closed the door upon him.
Rachel urged me to seek repose at once, to recruit my strength for to-morrow's journey, as we must be gone before the dawn; but in my present state of nervous excitement that was entirely out of the question.

It was equally out of the question to sit, or wander about my room, counting the hours and the minutes between me and the appointed time of action, straining my ears and trembling at every sound, lest someone should discover and betray us after all.

I took up a book and tried to read: my eyes wandered over the pages, but it was impossible to bind my thoughts to their contents.

Why not have recourse to the old expedient, and add this last event to my chronicle?
I opened its pages once more, and wrote the above account--with difficulty, at first, but gradually my mind became more calm and steady.