After that Polly should have her way.
It was the middle of Christmas week.

A letter to the Bilboes remained without answer.

Gammon and Polly met every day, excited each other, lost their tempers, were stormily reconciled.

On the morning of the thirty-first Gammon received four letters begging for pecuniary assistance, but nothing from Greenacre.

He had slept badly, his splendid health was beginning to suffer.