_A Putney Morning_ Except that there was marrying and giving in marriage, it was just as though he had died and gone to heaven.

Heaven is the absence of worry and of ambition.

Heaven is where you want nothing you haven't got.
Heaven is finality.

And this was finality.

On the September morning, after the honeymoon and the settling down, he arose leisurely, long after his wife, and, putting on the puce dressing-gown (which Alice much admired), he opened the window wider and surveyed that part of the universe which was comprised in Werter Road and the sky above.