I sat by the window and watched the leaden river.

It was like an afternoon in September, before the chill of the autumn has come.

Not a leaf moved upon the trees, not a cloud crept over the sky.

It was all one dim, gray, gloomy stillness overhead.

I wondered if they would have rain.
_They_, not I, for I was going to stay at home, and before they came back I should have seen him.