Mrs.Witherspoon perceived a change in him and anxiously asked if he were ill.

No, but now that his long journey was ended he felt worn by it.

The father saw him with a fresh criticism and said that he looked older than his years bespoke him; but the mother, quick in every defense, insisted that he had gone through enough to make any one look old; and besides, the Craigs, being a thoughtful people, always looked older than they really were.
In the years that followed, this first day "at home" was reviewed in all its memories--the library with its busts of old thinkers and its bright array of new books; the sober breakfast-room in which luncheon was served; the orderly servants; the plants; the gold fishes; the heavy hangings; a tiger skin with a life-expressive head; the portraits of American statesmen; the rich painting of a cow that flashed back the tradition of a trade-mark bull on a dead wall.
Evening came with melody in the music-room; midnight, and Henry sat alone in his room.

He was heavy with sadness.

The feeling that henceforth his success must depend upon the skill of his hypocrisy, and that he must at last die a liar, lay upon him with cold oppression.