"Yes."
"In what way?"
"He seems infatuated with his work."
"To the exclusion of you?"
"Exactly. It's as if in the interval he'd become a priest, and, although he still loved me, he was no longer free."
"What is his work?"
"Restoring an estate—the place he lives at—Gramarye. It's a very large estate—nearly all woods—and it's been entirely neglected for a number of years. He and some others, including the owner, are working to get it straight—re-making roads, building bridges, cutting down trees. It sounds Quixotic, but I can see the fascination. Besides, he took the work of necessity. He's very poor."
"He seemed to consider himself devoted to the service of the estate?"
"Exactly."
"Did he exhibit any one particular mental symptom?"