These were the days, the hours he dreaded.
Clara came down the garden from the house, and seeing him, crossed the lawn and sat down beside him.
"Why, my dear uncle," she exclaimed, "you look almost as dull as I feel! Let us be miserable together!" "With all my heart," he answered.

"Whilst we are about it, can we invent a cause ?" "Invent!" she repeated.

"I do not think we need either of us look very far.

Every one seems to have gone away whose presence made this place endurable.

Uncle, do you know when Mrs.Handsell is coming back?
She promised to write, and I have never heard a word!" Mannering turned his head.