Yes, I do most profoundly hate that room.

As for this matter of change of air, Gilbert, dispose of me as you please; my worthless existence belongs to you." Gilbert was quick to take advantage of this concession.

He went down to Hampton next day, and explored the neighbourhood on both sides of the Thames.

His choice fell at last on a pretty little house within a stone's throw of the Palace gates, the back windows whereof looked out upon the now leafless solitude of Bushy Park, and where there was a comfortable-looking rosy-faced landlady, whose countenance was very pleasant to contemplate after the somewhat lachrymose visage of Mrs.
Pratt.

Here he found he could have all the accommodation he required, and hither he promised to bring the invalid early in the following week.
There were as yet no tidings worth speaking of from Mr.Proul.