CHAPTERXIII
Hehadnotundressed，andhesatbesidethetable，smokinghispipeandreadinghisnewspaper。Uponhisforeheadthelinesinthatoldpattern，thehistoricalmapofhistroubles，hadgrownalittlevaguerlately；relaxedbythecomplacencyofamanwhonotonlyfindshishealthrestored，butseesthedaysbeforehimpromisingoncemoreafamiliarroutinethathehasalwayslikedtofollow。
Ashiswifecamein，closingthedoorbehindher，helookedupcheerfully，\"Well，mother，\"hesaid，\"what\'sthenewsdownstairs？\"
\"That\'swhatIcametotellyou，\"sheinformedhim，grimly。
Adamsloweredhisnewspapertohiskneeandpeeredoverhisspectaclesather。Shehadremainedbythedoor，standing，andthegreatgreenishshadowofthesmalllamp-shadeuponhistablerevealedherbutdubiously。\"Isn\'teverythingallright？\"heasked。\"What\'sthematter？\"