sad

But I feel very sad.

Her sad, appealing eyes travelled from one to the other of us with a curiously inquisitive expression.

These were sad days for the little girl, although her friends were all quite happy and contented.

One of their company, an old man, said, “Let us cease lamenting, my mates, for, as it seems to me, sorrow is always the twin sister of joy; and it was only to be looked for that we, who just now were over-rejoiced, should next have something to make us sad.”