Soon after breakfast I started out, and was going in the direction of Judge Bigelow's office, when, hearing a step behind me that had in it a familiar sound, I turned to find myself face to face with Henry Wallingford! He could hardly have failed to see the look of surprise in my face.
"Good morning, Henry," I said, giving him my hand, and trying to speak with that cheerful interest in the young man which I had always endeavored to show.
He smiled in his usual quiet way as he took my hand and said in return, "Good-morning, Doctor." "You were not out, I believe, yesterday," I remarked, as we moved on together.
"I didn't feel very well," he answered, in a voice pitched to a lower key than usual; "and, the day being a stormy one, I shut myself up at home." "Ah," said I, in a cheerful way, "you lawyers have the advantage of us knights of the pill box and lancet.

Rain or shine, sick or well, we must travel round our parish." "All have their share of the good as well as the evil things of life," he replied, a little soberly.

"Doctors and lawyers included." I did not observe any marked change in the young man, except that he was paler, and had a different look out of his eyes from any that I had hitherto noticed; a more matured look, which not only indicated deeper feeling, but gave signs of will and endurance.

I carried that new expression away with me as we parted at the door of his office, and studied it as a new revelation of the man.

It was very certain that profounder depths had been opened in his nature--opened to his own consciousness--than had ever seen the light before.