“I feel better already.”
After a frugal supper Philip filled his pouch with tobacco and put on his hat. It was on Tuesdays that he generally went to the tavern in Beak Street, and he was glad that this day came so soon after Mildred’s arrival, for he wanted to make his relations with her perfectly clear.
“Are you going out?” she said.
“Yes, on Tuesdays I give myself a night off. I shall see you tomorrow. Good-night.”