Paul went out, blushing deeply, not having spoken a word.
The day was very long.

All morning the work-people were coming to speak to Mr.Pappleworth.Paul was writing or learning to make up parcels, ready for the midday post.

At one o'clock, or, rather, at a quarter to one, Mr.Pappleworth disappeared to catch his train: he lived in the suburbs.

At one o'clock, Paul, feeling very lost, took his dinner-basket down into the stockroom in the basement, that had the long table on trestles, and ate his meal hurriedly, alone in that cellar of gloom and desolation.

Then he went out of doors.