Iris happened to watch him chipping the forty-fourth notch on the edge of the horizontal block of wood.
"Have we really been forty-four days here ?" she inquired, after counting the marks with growing astonishment.
"I believe the reckoning is accurate," he said.

"The _Sirdar_ was lost on the 18th of March, and I make this the 1st of May." "May Day!" "Yes.

Shall we drive to Hurlingham this afternoon ?" "Looked at in that way it seems to be a tremendous time, though indeed, in some respects, it figures in my mind like many years.

That is when I am thinking.

Otherwise, when busy, the days fly like hours." "It must be convenient to have such an elastic scale." "Most useful.