Upon that, he called out, with a great oath, to have his horse saddled directly, declaring that he would not stop another instant under the same roof with a woman who had set him at defiance, and warning his wife that he would come back, if Mr.Meeke entered the house again, and horsewhip him, in spite of his black coat, all through the village.
With those words he left her, and rode away to the sea-port where his yacht was lying.

My mistress kept up her spirit till he was out of sight, and then burst into a dreadful screaming passion of tears, which ended by leaving her so weak that she had to be carried to her bed like a woman who was at the point of death.
The same evening my master's horse was ridden back by a messenger, who brought a scrap of notepaper with him addressed to me.

It only contained these lines: "Pack up my clothes and deliver them immediately to the bearer.

You may tell your mistress that I sail to-night at eleven o'clock for a cruise to Sweden.

Forward my letters to the post-office, Stockholm." I obeyed the orders given to me except that relating to my mistress.