She came home, eager, loving, delighted to be with him again.

He received her with no complaint or criticism, but always an unspoken, perhaps imagined, sense of protest.

She was full of loving enthusiasm about his work, and he would dilate upon his harassed guinea-pigs and their development with high satisfaction.
But he never could bring himself to ask about her labors with any genuine approval; she was keenly sensitive to his dislike for the subject, and so it was ignored between them, or treated by him in a vein of humor with which he strove to cover his real feeling.
When, before many months were over, the crowning triumph of her effort revealed itself, her joy and pride held this bitter drop--he did not sympathize--did not approve.

Still, it was a great glory.
The New York Company announced the completion of their work and the _Hotel del las Casas_ was opened to public inspection.

"House of the Houses! That's a fine name!" said some disparagingly; but, at any rate, it seemed appropriate.