Product Description: He had, however, begun to age. He was forty-six years old, and the last year had told upon him, with its various anxieties, excitement, and hard labor with the pen. He was more easily fatigued; he was less robust and venturesome, less physically confident. He showed the changes of time. On his arrival, "weary and worn," says his wife, with waiting for a place to be, to think, and to write in, he gave up with something like nervous fever; his eyes looked like two immense spheres of troubled light; his face was wan and shadowy, and he was wholly uncomfortable.