He was not quite the man that he had been before.

From day to day, and from hour to hour, he was always remonstrating with himself because it was so.

He was conscious that in some degree he had been cowed, and was ever fighting against the feeling.

His tenderness to his wife was perhaps increased, because he knew that she still suffered from the letter; but he was almost ashamed of his own tenderness, as being a sign of weakness.

He made himself very busy in these days,--busy among his brother magistrates, busy among his farming operations, busy with his tenants, busy among his books, so as to show to those around him that he was one who could perform all the duties of life, and enjoy all the pleasures, with an open brow and a clear conscience.