The morning, the morning!' 'Please do let me have my way in such a trifle as that,' Monica exclaimed nervously.

'I have all sorts of things to see to here before I can go out.' He caressed her.
'You shan't say that I am unreasonable.

In the afternoon, then.

And don't listen to any objections.' 'No, no.' * * * * * * * * * * It was Friday.

All the morning Widdowson had business with house agents and furniture removers, for he would not let a day go by without some practical step towards release from the life he detested.