July 21st, Monday night, eleven o’clock
you will say . ` What kind of ruin does she mean ? ' `` Wait a little , till I have asked my diary whether I can safely tell you . '' `` July 21st , Monday night , eleven o'clock . -- Midwinter has just left me . We parted by my desire at the path out of the coppice ; he going his way to the hotel , and I going mine to my lodgings . `` I have managed to avoid making another appointment with him by arranging to write to him to-morrow morning .