Seen after many weeks' work in the bustle and confinement of town, the solitary, shadow-haunted world soothed and comforted.
He found Lewis in his room alone.

The place was quite dark for no lamp was lit, and only a merry fire showed the occupant.

He welcomed his friend with crazy vehemence, pushing him into a great armchair, offering a dozen varieties of refreshment, and leaving the butler aghast with contradictory messages about dinner.
"Oh, Tommy, upon my soul, it is good to see you here! I was getting as dull as an owl." "Are you alone ?" Wratislaw asked.
"George is staying here, but he has gone over to Glenaller to a big shoot.

I didn't care much about it, so I stayed at home.

He will be back to-morrow." Lewis's face in the firelight seemed cheerful and wholesome enough, but his words belied it.