The chrysanthemums changed color with every phase of the sunset; there was a wail in the autumn wind as though the trees and flowers were mourning over their coming fate.

There was something of sadness in the whole aspect of nature.
The doctor evidently shared it.

The face looking from the window was anything but a cheerful one.

Perhaps it was not the most judicious manner in which the doctor could have spent his time--above all, if he wished to give people an impression that he had a large practice.

But Dr.Letsom had ceased to be particular in the matter of appearances.