But, with the glow of an immediate interest gone out of it, the engineer's face looked tired, even a little haggard.

The three lines in his forehead, directly above the nose, deepened as he sat thinking, and his powerful head drooped forward heavily.

Although Alexander was only forty-three, Wilson thought that beneath his vigorous color he detected the dulling weariness of on-coming middle age.
The next afternoon, at the hour when the river was beginning to redden under the declining sun, Wilson again found himself facing Mrs.
Alexander at the tea-table in the library.
"Well," he remarked, when he was bidden to give an account of himself, "there was a long morning with the psychologists, luncheon with Bartley at his club, more psychologists, and here I am.

I've looked forward to this hour all day." Mrs.Alexander smiled at him across the vapor from the kettle.

"And do you remember where we stopped yesterday ?" "Perfectly.