There was the frail rocking-chair that was never intended to be sat in, and on the wall, in an acorn-studded frame, was a faded picture entitled "The Return of the Prodigal." Richmond was sinking to sleep when Henry called him.
"What is it ?" "I didn't know you were asleep." "I wasn't.

What were you going to say ?" "Oh, nothing in particular--was just going to ask what you think of a man who lives a lie ?" "I should think," Richmond answered, "that he must be a pretty natural sort of a fellow.".