Eight months since he came, and absolutely nothing done! The boy's not buried, the mother's not married, and the tutor's not had his month's notice, (Like to see this precious tutor, by the way.) Upon my honour, it's about time I came and opened shop here." And with a grunt he got out of bed, and began to array himself preparatory to a stroll round the park before breakfast.
It was a delicious September morning.

The birds, hardly convinced that the summer was over, were singing merrily in the trees.

The hum of the not distant ocean droned solemnly in the air.

The sunlight played fitfully with the gold of the harvest fields, and the lowing cattle in the meadows added their music to nature's peaceful morning anthem.
Mr Ratman was only half alive to the beauties of nature.

He was considerably more impressed with the substantial masonry of the manor house, with the size of the timber, the appointments of the stables, and the acreage of the park.