Something's wrong.

I'm afraid--yes, I'm afraid he's going out of his senses." And she wrung her hands together with a nervous uneasiness in singular contrast with her usual quiet exterior.
"How is he affected ?" "Well, Doctor, he came home last evening looking as white as a sheet.

I almost screamed out when I saw the strange, suffering expression on his colorless face.

My first thought was that he had fallen somewhere, and been hurt dreadfully.

He tried to pass me without stopping; but I put both hands on him, and said--'Oh, Henry! what does ail you ?' 'Nothing of any account,' he answered, in a low, husky tone.