Mallard looked at it from the balcony, and was direly tempted.

No fear of his yielding, however, It was not his fate to scamper whither desire pointed him.
"I have already begun to work out an idea," said Elgar, as he breakfasted merrily.

"I woke in the night, and it came to me as I heard the bell striking.

My mind is always active when I am travelling; ten to one I shall come back ready to begin to write.

I fear there's no decent ink purchasable in Amalfi; I mustn't forget that.