What other amusement was there to offer?
It was useless, at present, to ask myself such questions as these.

I was too much agitated to think collectedly on the most trifling subjects.

I was even too restless to stay in my own room.

My son's letter had given me so fresh an interest in Jessie that I was now as impatient to see her as if we were about to meet for the first time.

I wanted to look at her with my new eyes, to listen to her with my new ears, to study her secretly with my new purposes, and my new hopes and fears.