I couldn't get none in _my_ room if I wanted it, so I can't say sure.

Morning." He departed hurriedly.

Mrs.Hepton looked disconcerted.

Mrs.Van Winkle Ruggles smiled meaningly across the table at Miss Sherborne, who smiled back.
Mr.Ludlow, the bookseller, quietly observed that he hoped Mr.Pearson had not gotten cold.

Colds were prevalent at this time of the year.
"'These are the days when the Genius of the weather sits in mournful meditation on the threshold,' as Mr.Dickens tells us," he added.