Wish me well, wherever you are.' Then I hung about in the hall waiting for the milkman.

That was the worst part of the business, for I was fairly choking to get out of doors.

Six-thirty passed, then six-forty, but still he did not come.
The fool had chosen this day of all days to be late.
At one minute after the quarter to seven I heard the rattle of the cans outside.

I opened the front door, and there was my man, singling out my cans from a bunch he carried and whistling through his teeth.

He jumped a bit at the sight of me.
'Come in here a moment,' I said.