You must get a bed at your club.
Jaffery will take the car and bring us what we want from Northlands, and will look after things with Eileen.

And put off Euphemia and the others, if you can." And that was the Christmas to which we had looked forward with such joyous anticipation.

Adrian dead; his child stillborn: Doria hovering on the brink of life and death.

I did what was possible on a Christmas eve in the way of last arrangements.

But to-morrow was Christmas Day.