IIIAt a quarter past one, when Nona arrived at her half-brother’s house, she was told that Mrs. Wyant was not yet down.
“And Mr. Wyant not yet up, I suppose? From his office, I mean,” she added, as the young butler looked his surprise.
Pauline Manford had been very generous at the time of her son’s marriage. She was relieved at his settling down, and at his seeming to understand that marriage connoted the choice of a profession, and the adoption of what people called regular habits. Not that Jim’s irregularities had ever been such as the phrase habitually suggests. They had chiefly consisted in his not being able to make up his mind what to do with his life (so like his poor father, that!), in his always forgetting what time it was, or what engagements his mother had made for him, in his
