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There , at least , he would be regarded as a hero , returning laurel-crowned from the conflict . As he entered the door his father , tall , spare and iron-gray , laid down the paper he was reading , and with a noticeable lowering of the temperature of his wonted calm but earnest cordiality , said simply : `` How do you do ? When did you get in ? '' `` Very well , and on the 10:30 train . '' `` Did all your company come ? '' Harry winced , for there was something in his father 's manner , more than his words , expressive of strong disapproval . He answered : `` No ; I was unwell .