It simply depends upon yourself, Monsignor, as to in how long you can be at your post again here.
As soon as you have learned the threads of business, you will be able to apply yourself as before.

I shall look for a report in a fortnight's time at the latest.

Good day, your Eminence." (II) The clocks of London were all striking the single stroke of midnight as the two priests stood on the wind-sheltered platform of the volor, waiting for the start.
To Monsignor Masterman the scene was simply overwhelming.

There was hardly a detail that was not new and unfamiliar.

From where he stood on the upper deck, grasping the rail before him, his eyes looked out over a luminous city as lovely as fairyland.
There were no chimneys, of course (these, he had just learnt, had altogether disappeared more than fifty years ago), but spires and towers and pinnacles rose before him like a dream, glowing against the dark sky, lit by the soft radiance of the streets beneath.