I may have been right in my suspicion, or I may have been wrong.

All I know is that, in those days of my country practice, when I came home late, and found my assistant asleep, and woke him, he used to look, in coming to, wonderfully like the stranger at Doncaster as he raised himself in the bed on that memorable night.
THE SIXTH DAY AN oppressively mild temperature, and steady, soft, settled rain--dismal weather for idle people in the country.

Miss Jessie, after looking longingly out of the window, resigned herself to circumstances, and gave up all hope of a ride.

The gardener, the conservatory, the rabbits, the raven, the housekeeper, and, as a last resource, even the neglected piano, were all laid under contribution to help her through the time.

It was a long day, but thanks to her own talent for trifling, she contrived to occupy it pleasantly enough.
Still no news of my son.