If I should happen to be absent, Mrs.Gamp is all that you could desire.

If not to-day, it will certainly be to-morrow,'-- and so the medical gentleman went his way.
"Now the coming morrow would be Macassar's birthday.

On that morrow he would be twenty-six.
"All alone he sat there till the autumn sun gave way to the shades of evening.

Some one brought him a mutton chop, but it was raw and he could not eat; he went to the sideboard and prepared to make himself a glass of negus, but the water was all cold.

His water at least was cold, though Mrs.Gamp's was hot enough.