Nothing else going on between times; even the music is hired.

I want to hear music that bubbles out--old Hannah singing in the kitchen, and Tom, my father's old butler, whistling to himself--and the dogs barking, and the birds singing outside.

I'm ashamed of myself making comparisons, but that was the kind of life I loved, because there was sincerity in it." "No work ?" There was a note of sly merriment in the inquiry, but Jack never caught it.
"Not much.

My father was Judge and spent part of the time holding court, and his work never lasted but a few hours a day, and when I wanted to go fishing or shooting, or riding with the girls, Mr.Larkin always let me off.

And I had plenty of time to read--and for that matter I do here, if I lock myself up in this room.