ABSTRACT
It was after ten o’clock when Malden arrived, tired from long travel. But there was more than weariness in his face. He was older and sterner and graver; – a man who had fought a fight in which youth had been conquered. But if he had lost his youth he had gained strength, and the expression of careless good-humour had given place to earnestness. His eyes brightened as he climbed the steps … After all, it was good to be at home again.
