Though a thoroughly kind man, it always brightened him to hear of misfortune, especially when he had himself foretold it; and he had always taken the darkest view of Will's prospects in Little Ailie Street.
"I have a project I should like to talk over with you--" "Ah ?" said the lawyer anxiously.
"As it concerns my mother and Jane--" "Ah ?" said Mr.Turnbull, with profound despondency.
"Then we shall expect you .-- Will it rain, do you think ?" "I fear so.

The glass is very low indeed.

It wouldn't surprise me if we had rain through the whole month of August." "Good Heavens! I hope not," replied Will laughing.
He drove out of the town again, in a different direction, for about a mile.

On rising ground, overlooking the green valley of the Ouse, stood a small, plain, solidly-built house, sheltered on the cold side by a row of fine hawthorns, nearly as high as the top of its chimneys.

In front, bordered along the road by hollies as impenetrable as a stone wall, lay a bright little flower garden.