I had the happiness of seeing my friends the Tyrrells depart for London without me.

I think they were both, brother and sister, somewhat tired of my inconsistencies and vagaries, and I daresay they felt as little sorrow at parting as I did.
The long hot days of summer followed one another in a slow wandering fashion.

No news reached us from the farm.

I had vaguely hoped that John would come and speak to me again; but we neither saw him nor heard from him.

Mr.Hill was from home during these days, and there was no necessity for John to present himself amongst us, though there might have been many an opportunity if he had cared to seek one.