"Absolutely impossible."
"This is Sunday. I'll tell you when we're a little nearer the day."
"She must be moved on Thursday afternoon."
"Must? Must?" he repeated with a smile. "Whose patient is she?"
"Whose wife's she going to be?" I asked in my turn.
"I suppose it'll be pretty hot," he said. "First week in August. I must get some thin clothes."
"Include them in the fee," I suggested.
"Damn the fee!" he answered, as we walked to the door.
Paddy Culling had arranged to give Nigel his dinner at eight. I had comfortable time to dress and dine at Adelphi Terrace, and nine-thirty found me wandering round the Club in search of company.
"Praise heaven for the sight of a friendly face!" I exclaimed as I stumbled across Paddy and Nigel in the North Smoking Room.