Ah! I returned home before supper, and he remained.

As I drove home through those deserted streets in the wretched hackney-coach, a sense of misery came over my heart such as I cannot describe; many a bitter thought was awakened within me, before which I trembled.
"At the door of my own home I met Jacobi; he had sate up for me, and wished to tell me something amusing about my children.

He seemed to have foreboded my feelings this evening.

My favourite fruit, which he had provided for me, should have refreshed me.

His friendship and his devotion cheered me.