about noon
-- _ George MacDonald . _ `` MARLOW , September -- . `` Dear Husband : Your letter seemed the only bright spot in my yesterday 's experience , for , strange as it may seem , I awoke with the same old headache and pain in my limb , and felt so dull and stupid , that I was almost doubtful whether I had ever known anything . In vain I tried to treat myself , but the more I tried the more perplexed I became , until about noon , when I began to feel better , though the whole day was a novel and rather disagreeable experience . When I went into class to-day , from nearly every quarter was heard a similar story of how the day of rest had been passed . `` It was more and more astonishing . Dr. Bright had hardly recovered from her sick headache ; Mrs. Dawn was still feeling stupid ; two ladies were not able to attend class ; Dr. Johnson and Dr. Lorimer actually looked angry , and the two ministers in the class were gravely discussing the knotty points and knitting their clerical brows over ` doubtful explanations ' as they called them , while a perplexed and troubled air seemed to settle on everybody .