Grace's engagement to the Captain had got wind, and she shared the interest with her step-daughters-elect.
Early next morning the two young men left.

There was breakfast almost before it was light, and everybody got up to see them off.

It was a most depressing morning.

March had gone out like an idiotic lamb, and April came in in sapping rain and enervating mist.

Ceaselessly the rain beat against the window-glass, and the wind had a desolate echo that sounded far more like winter than spring.
Pale, in the dismal morning-light, Kate and Rose Danton bade their lovers adieu, and watched them drive down the dripping avenue and disappear.
An hour before he had come down stairs that morning, Mr.Stanford had written a letter.