He went into his bedroom and went to bed in the dark. But he went on awfully, groaning, and saying, “God bless me!” and that he never heard such a thing in his life.
In the morning he got up early, and, to our horror, came down with his hat on and went out.
“Harry,” I said, “Follow him, quick; he’s going towards the horse-pond.”
Harry said it was all very fine. He wished Mr. Saxon would take charge of his own lunatics; but he put on his hat, and went after the gentleman.
They came in in half an hour, the gentleman looking very bad tempered.
At breakfast, I heard him say to Mr. Saxon that the landlord had been following him.
“Nonsense, Bob,” said Mr. Saxon. “Come, old fellow, eat your breakfast.” There were chops for breakfast, and I had put the blunt knife on again. The gentleman tried to cut his chop with it, and then he flung it down, and said, “God bless me, Saxon, I can’t stand this place. I can’t cut my food; I have to go to bed in the dark; and I’m followed when I go out. One would think they took me for a lunatic.”
“Poor fellow,” I said to myself; “that’s always the way. They never have the slightest idea that they are lunatics.”
The gentleman and Mr. Saxon went out for a walk, and the gentleman came in first and went up to the sitting-room. I heard him open the window, and that gave me a turn. I thought, “Oh, dear me, he has given Mr. Saxon the slip. Perhaps he is going to throw himself out of the window.”
I rushed upstairs and opened the door, and saw that he was leaning half way out of the window. He made a movement, as if he was going to throw himself right out; but I rushed in, and seized him by the coat-tails.