`Deviltakethehorse！’criedthegentleman——`Well，tellhimI’llthinkaboutit，’headded，afteramoment’sreflection。Hecastasearchingglanceatme，astheservantwithdrew，expectingtoseeetokenofdeepastonishmentandalarm；but，beingpreviouslyprepared，Ipreservedanaspectofstoicalindifference。Hiscountenancefellashemetmysteadygaze，andheturnedawayinveryobviousdisappointment，andwalkeduptothefireplace，wherehestoodinanattitudeofundisguiseddejection，leaningagainstthechimney-piecewithhisforeheadsunkuponhisarm。
`Wheredoyouwanttogo，Arthur？’saidI。
`ToLondon，’repliedhe，gravely。
`Whatfor？’Iasked。
`BecauseIcannotbehappyhere。’