Paul made his way into Mrs Hurtle’s sitting-room and wrote a note for her in pencil.  He had come, he said, immediately on his return from Liverpool, and was sorry to find that she was away for the day.  When should he call again?  If she would make an appointment he would attend to it.  He felt as he wrote this that he might very safely have himself made an appointment for the morrow; but he cheated himself into half believing that the suggestion he now made was the more gracious and civil.  At any rate it would certainly give him another day.  Mrs Hurtle would not return till late in the evening, and as the following day was Sunday there would be no delivery by post.  When the note was finished he left it on the table, and...