That's how it will be.

And what shall you do if you're not feeling well, and if it rains on Monday mornings ?" Hilda could conceive her mother forgetting all about the rents on Monday morning, or putting them off till Monday afternoon on some grotesque excuse.

Her fancy heard the interminable complainings, devisings, futile resolvings, of the self-appointed collector.

It was impossible to imagine a woman less fitted by nature than her mother to collect rents from unthrifty artisans such as inhabited Calder Street.

The project sickened her.