He would stop at Birmingham, where his parents lived, for a couple of days, and be in Liverpool on Sunday evening, so as to be able to get straight to business on Monday morning.
Joan handed back the letter.

It contained nothing else.
"It only came an hour or two ago," her father explained.

"If he wrote to you by the same post, you may have left before it arrived." "So long as he doesn't think that I came down specially to see him, I don't mind," said Joan.
They both laughed.

"He's a good lad," said her father.
They kissed good night, and Joan went up to her own room.

She found it just as she had left it.