My wife looked pale and haggard.
She had evidently suffered much.

But seeing me again was a great relief, and she bore the remainder of her long trial with more cheerfulness.
Mr.Bradlaugh's trial lasted three days, and we were brought up on each occasion.

It was what the Americans call a fine time.

A grateful country found us in cabs and attendants, and our friends found us in dinner.
When the first day's adjournment came at one o'clock, my counsel, Mr.
Cluer, asked what he should order for us.

"What a question!" we cried.
"Something soon, and plenty of it." It was boiled mutton, turnips, and potatoes.