A strange indifference possessed him this morning--indifference to everything.

He was suffering reaction from the previous day's excitement.

He had got the five thousand dollars, and now all interest in it seemed to have departed.
Suddenly he said to himself, as he ran a brush around his coat-collar: "'Pon my soul, I forgot; this is my wedding day!--the great day in a man's life, the immense event, after which comes steady happiness or the devil to pay." He stepped to the window and looked out.

It was only six o'clock as yet.

He could see the harvesters going to their labours in the fields of wheat and oats, the carters already bringing in little loads of hay.