When she did appear, she was flighty and excited, had what they call an hysterical attack, took a dose of sal-volatile by my lady's order, and was sent back to her bed.
The day wore on to its end drearily and miserably enough, I can tell you.

Miss Rachel still kept her room, declaring that she was too ill to come down to dinner that day.

My lady was in such low spirits about her daughter, that I could not bring myself to make her additionally anxious, by reporting what Rosanna Spearman had said to Mr.Franklin.
Penelope persisted in believing that she was to be forthwith tried, sentenced, and transported for theft.

The other women took to their Bibles and hymn-books, and looked as sour as verjuice over their reading--a result, which I have observed, in my sphere of life, to follow generally on the performance of acts of piety at unaccustomed periods of the day.

As for me, I hadn't even heart enough to open my ROBINSON CRUSOE.