I've heard of such things.

It's either that or a fit of the blue-devils!" The long, wet, windy day wore on.

Mr.Walraven slept through it comfortably in his study.

Mrs.Walraven had a _tte--tte_ luncheon with her cousin, the doctor, and dawdled the slow hours away over her tricot and fashion magazines.
Old Mme.

Walraven rarely left her own apartments of late days.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law detested each other with an intensity not common even in that relationship.