Jane had gone to Harlow House and taken her maid and a trunk with her.

He made no remark.
What wise thing could he do but quietly bear an evil that was past cure and put a good face on it?
He did not know whether or not Jane had observed the same reticence, but he quickly reflected that no good could come from servants discussing what they knew nothing about.
However, when Jane did not return or send him any message, the following day his anxiety was so great that he called on Dr.Sewell in the evening and asked if he could tell him of his wife's condition.
"I was sent for this morning to Harlow House," he answered.
"Is she ill--worse ?" "No.

She is fretting.

She ought to fret.

I gave her some soothing medicine.