"Yes; I am going to get a cup of tea."
"I'll go with you."
"No, no; I shall be back directly." And he ran off, leaving his uncle standing at the door.
He descended the staircase, and found himself in the street without knowing what he was doing. The fresh night air cooled his head and revived his memory. He suddenly determined to go to Tejada. He looked about for the carriage, but not seeing it, he thought Ramon had not left home yet. He looked at his watch; it was only half-past two. He took a few quick steps toward his father-in-law's house, when he recollected he had no hat or overcoat on. Returning to the Lyceum, he told the first servant he met in the hall to bring him down his hat and coat.
Arrived at the house, he found Ramon had already put the horse to the carriage.
"Ramon, drive me as fast as possible to Tejada at once."
The coachman looked at him in surprise.
"Is madame worse?"
"I think so," he replied, getting into the carriage. "But stop at the corner by the mill, you understand?"
"You are afraid of disturbing madame, eh?" queried the coachman with great astuteness. Gonzalo did not reply.