A thing like that was enough to give one wings for a week.
She set off briskly, already largely braced.
Before meeting Mrs. Bromley on the morrow much would have to be done.
There was the difficulty of lodgement to consider.
Whenever she had been in the metropolis before she had stayed at Millars in Eric Street, overlooking Percy Place; because Mr. Millar had formerly been employed at the Deanery, and had, moreover, married their cook....
But before going anywhere she must acquire a trunk.
Even Church dignitaries had been known to be refused accommodation on arriving at a strange hotel with nothing but themselves.
She threw a glance upwards towards a clock.
It was early yet!
All the wonderful day stretched before her, and in the evening she would take a ticket perhaps for some light vaudeville or new revue.