"By to-morrow morning."
"Before lunch?"
"Yes."
"For certain?"
"Yes."
Very well then, I would have it.
"Can I send it?" he asked.
"No, someone will call."
Very well. It should be ready for my man before lunch.
How did he know I had a man? I wondered. I had never been to the shop before. Do I look like a man who has a man? I suppose I must. Yet I always rather hoped that I didn't.