However, it was only the difference of a day, and during that day he would at least do his utmost to make a favourable impression on his chief.

So, with a heart full of confidence, and a cab full of luggage, he set out gaily on his new career.
"Good-bye, Mark.

You'll be good to my son, I know," said Mrs Herapath.
"Good-bye, my boy; take care of your health," said Mr Herapath.
"Good-bye, Mark," said Daisy.
"Ta-ta, old man," called Arthur.

"See you to-morrow." This last greeting, strange as it may seem, recurred to Railsford's memory more frequently than any of the others during the course of the long railway journey to Grandcourt.

It took all sorts of forms as the day wore on.