"How are you, my dear man ?" he said.

"I didn't expect you so early, or I should have been at home to meet you--in fact, I should have driven down to Truro, only I am not quite the thing to-day." I looked rather anxiously at him, to see how he appeared to be, and was much struck with the change in him.

There had crept into his face what has been called a look of "doom." The Stuarts are said to have had it.

I can not describe it in any other way.

It was that of a man waiting for something, bravely and calmly, but still with a certain sort of apprehension.