"Do you mean to tell him?"
"Yes," I said.
"When?" he asked.
"At once," I said, "and I will not need you." He touched his hat and left me.
I looked around. Littell was still by the bedside.
"We will take the carriage and drive to the club," I said, "when you are ready."
In response to my almost peremptory tone he lifted his head haughtily:
"I am ready now," he said, coldly, and followed me with firm steps to the carriage.
On arriving at the club I led the way within and, selecting an unoccupied room, motioned him to enter and following closed the door; without looking around or showing any surprise he walked to a table and, having rung for a waiter, dropped into a chair. It was his usual club habit. I saw no change.
"I want a drink," he said. "Will you join me?"