morning, about noon
I had no idea until after of its special object ; though a certain puzzled look and slight shake of the head when my father returned , might have thrown some light upon it . The report of the medical experts in my case must , however , have been quite satisfactory , for I heard nothing more of them . It was , I think , a fortnight later when the next and last of these strange experiences came . This time it was morning , about noon , -- a wet and rather dismal spring day . The half-spread leaves seemed to tap at the window , with an appeal to be taken in ; the primroses , that showed golden upon the grass at the roots of the trees , just beyond the smooth-shorn grass of the lawn , were all drooped and sodden among their sheltering leaves . The very growth seemed dreary -- the sense of spring in the air making the feeling of winter a grievance , instead of the natural effect which it had conveyed a few months before . I had been writing letters , and was cheerful enough , going back among the associates of my old life , with , perhaps , a little longing for its freedom and independence , but at the same time a not ungrateful consciousness that for the moment my present tranquillity might be best .