There is no sign of any change of weather, is there, Stubbard?
My orders will depend very much upon that.

I must go home and look at the quicksilver before I know what is best to do.

You had better come with me, Scudamore." Admiral Darling was quite right in this.

Everything depended upon the weather; and although the rough autumn was not come yet, the prime of the hopeful year was past.

The summer had not been a grand one, such as we get about once in a decade, but of loose and uncertain character, such as an Englishman has to make the best of.