and shut his eyes, while there came into his face a look so sad and
suffering that as I gazed on him I could not keep the tears back.

"And it has been no better with him all the day, Doctor," added Mrs.
Wallingford, heaving a long sigh. "Oh, I am distressed to death
about it. Won't you come and see him? I'm afraid if something isn't
done that he will lose his senses."

"Have you no conjecture as to the cause of this strange condition of
mind?" I asked.

"None," she replied. "Henry is a reserved young man, you know,
Doctor; and keeps many things hidden in his mind even from me that
should be outspoken."

"Has he no love affair on hand?"

"I think not."

"Hasn't he been paying attention to Squire Floyd's daughter?"

"Delia?"

"Yes."

"I believe not, Doctor."

"I've seen him at the Squire's."

"Nothing serious, or I should have known of it. Henry is rather shy