But one's dreams come to nothing.

I got ill at Oxford.

The doctors forbade the town work.

The old incumbent who had held the living since my father's death died precisely at that moment.

I felt myself booked, and gave in to various friends; but it is second best.' She felt a certain soreness and discomfort in his tone, as though his talk represented a good deal of mental struggle in the past.
'But the country is not idleness,' she said, smiling at him.