She fretted a good deal because you had not come.

This afternoon she said she wished to drive, and I had the phaeton brought around; but when she saw it she changed her mind.

I was rather afraid of an outburst--they come sometimes from less cause than that--so I did not urge her to go out.

She played on the piano for a long while, and sang some songs--those curious native songs she learned in Manila.

It seemed to soothe her; she played with her little trifles quite contentedly for a time, but soon began fretting again, and asking why you had not come.
She had a bad hour later--she is quite exhausted now.