First one, then another, and then all against me,--my whole family against me!" He dropped back in his chair sunk in gloomy reflection.
"Well, good-night," said Carnac.

"It will all come right some day." A moment afterwards he was gone.

His mother sat down in her seat by the window; his father sat brooding by the table.
Carnac stole down the hillside, his heart burning in him.

It had not been a successful day..