At the worst he would only have to go down again on Monday.

He would have missed the Junior Journalists' dinner, he would be lucky if he saw the ghost of an idea on this side Whit Sunday, but he would have torn the heart out of his holiday.
He rose abruptly.

"All right.

It's a most awful nuisance, as it happens, but I'll go." "I'm glad you're willing to oblige me.

You'll not regret it." Isaac was really meditating something very handsome in the way of a commission.