He showed polite interest in her view, and a perfunctory enjoyment of the tea she prepared for him.

But he did not come again for some time, and when he did come, he sat stiffly silent, while his brothers did most of the talking.
As to Calderwell--Calderwell seemed suddenly to have lost his interest in impenetrable forests and unclimbable mountains.

Nothing more intricate than the long Beacon Street boulevard, or more inaccessible than Corey Hill seemed worth exploring, apparently.

According to Calderwell's own version of it, he had "settled down"; he was going to "be something that was something." And he did spend sundry of his morning hours in a Boston law office with ponderous, calf-bound volumes spread in imposing array on the desk before him.

Other hours--many hours--he spent with Billy.
One day, very soon, in fact, after she arrived in Boston, Billy asked Calderwell about the Henshaws.
"Tell me about them," she said.