It's time for beddy-byes, dear.

It was generous—far more than a single man in his mid-twenties needed—which delighted me, because I had in mind some years of unfettered bachelorhood in which to function as a downtable sub-editor and writer, while getting in a lot of golf and night life.

She had doffed the shirt and Bermuda-shorts which she had been wearing and was now dressed for her journey home.

The exception proves the rule.