A weekend at Lady Astor's.

She invited him to spend the weekend with her father and herself, to talk over the book and other things.

Joe was an athlete, a most likely to succeed guy; yet there he was every weekend in the BX with Shannon, fascinated by the aging bus boy loading his cart.

The weekend after next would be perfect.

"What are weekends for?"

It was all familiar ground; for in years gone by, when Grayson was in practice, we would come down together for weekends to his little demesne, and often I would stay on alone for a week or so and ramble about the country by myself.