In the end Blix had to help him out, disentangling the lines foot by foot with a patience that seemed to Condy little short of superhuman.
At nine o'clock she said decisively: "Do you know what time we must get up in the morning if we are to have breakfast and get the seven-forty train?
Quarter of six by the latest, and YOU must get up earlier than that, because you're at the hotel and have further to go.

Come here for breakfast, and--listen--be here by half-past six--are you LISTENING, Condy ?--and we'll go down to the depot from here.

Don't forget to bring the rods." "I'll wear my bicycle suit," he said, "and one of those golf scarfs that wrap around your neck." "No," she declared, "I won't have it.

Wear the oldest clothes you've got, but look fairly respectable, because we're to go to Luna's when we get back, remember.

And now go home; you need all the sleep you can get if you are to get up at six o'clock." Instead of being late, as Blix had feared, Condy was absurdly ahead of time the next morning.