He was surprised at the end of two days to hear nothing of his discomfiture; but his fury lost nothing by growing cool, and on the third night he picked a quarrel with Sir Tancred.
Next morning Sir Tancred asked Dorothy to take the children to Nice for a few days, since he had heard that there was some fever at one of the smaller hotels.

He watched over their departure himself, and Tinker was aware of an indefinable something in his manner which puzzled him.
It was, perhaps, that something which gave him a curious, unsettled feeling, as if they were going on a much longer journey.

As they left the hotel, Lord Crosland came up from the Condamine carrying a square case under his arm; it did not escape Tinker's observant eye; but in the bustle of their removal he gave it but scant attention.

In the evening Dorothy noticed that he was restless and absent-minded, and asked him what was the matter.
"I don't know," he said; "I have a funny feeling as though something was going to happen, and I can't think of anything.

It's just as if I'd missed something I ought to have noticed.