"It is a long time," he said.
"Let me arrange to give a dinner at my house, at which perhaps the Duke and Lady Ethelrida would honor me by being present, and your mother and sisters and any other member of your family you wish, let us say, on the night of my niece's return" (he drew a small calendar notebook from his pocket).

"That will be Wednesday, the 18th, and we will fix the wedding for Wednesday the 25th, a week later.

That gets you back from your honeymoon on the 1st of November; you can stay with me that night, and if your uncle is good enough to include me in the invitation to his shoot we can all three go down to Montfitchet on the following day.

Is all this well?
If so I will write it down." "Perfectly well," agreed the prospective bridegroom--and having no notebook or calendar, he scribbled the reminder for himself on his cuff.
Higgins, his superb valet, knew a good deal of his lordship's history from his lordship's cuffs! "I don't think I shall wait for tea-time, Francis," he said, when they got out of the restaurant, into the hall.

"I think I'll go now, and get it over, if she will be in.