He had little to say save to thank them in a perfunctory manner.

He was in a hurry to get home.
When I dined with Harlson the next day I hoped to learn some details, but I was disappointed.

Jean was herself a trifle radiant, perhaps, for she remarked to me, apropos of nothing, and in the most casual way, that men were dull, and Harlson had little to say.

Judging from his general demeanor, though, and the expression on his face, I would have given something to know what he said to his wife when he reached home the night before.

Something no bachelor, I imagine, could comprehend.
And before the year ended Harlson had the Ninth Ward so that it couldn't bolt him under any ordinary circumstances..