Profession--I thought.

After all, what is there in a profession?
Slavery; anxiety.

And he chose a life of reading, studying, fishing, and everything else.
I turned to the window and again looked up into the sky.

There was a great star up there, and it seemed to wink cheerfully at me as the words came into my mind, "her husband's successor." When I opened my little valise, before going to bed, I saw the box the doctor's daughter had given me.
After sitting so long at the open window, thought I, it might be well to take one of these capsules, and I swallowed one.
When I was called to breakfast the next morning I saw that the table was laid with covers for two.

In a moment my hostess entered and bade me good-morning.