The day seemed very long.

He ate his luncheon, having first paid a visit to Ann, who gave him an effusive welcome.

Jeffrey waited, and during the meal they had some further talk, and among other things John said to him, "Does my father dress for dinner nowadays ?" "No, sir," was the reply, "I don't know when I've seen your father in his evenin' clothes, sir.

Not for a long time, and then maybe two or three times the past year when he was going out to dinner, but not here, sir.

Maybe it'll be different now you're back again, sir." After luncheon John's luggage arrived, and he superintended the unpacking, but that employment was comparatively brief.