Cook and Mlle.
Chambermaid may have enjoyed themselves in one another's society, but above the kitchen cabinet all was forlorn and forsaken.
"Awfully slow, all this!" said Miss Dane to herself, with a fearful yawn.

"I'll die of stagnation if this sort of thing keeps on.

Mariana, howling in the Moated Grange, must have felt a good deal as I do just at present--a trifle worse, maybe, for I don't wish I were dead altogether.
The Tombs is gay and festive compared to Fifth Avenue on a rainy day.

I wish I were back playing Fanchon the Cricket, free and happy once more, wearing spangles as Ophelia of Denmark, and a gilt paper crown as Cleopatra of Egypt, I wasn't married then; and I didn't go moping about, like an old hen with the distemper, every time it was wet and nasty.

If it keeps on like this I shall have a pretty time of it getting to Fourteenth Street, at ten o'clock to-night.