contemporary landscape painting

No, no. Tomorrow, the 19th."
　　Canon Pennyfather passed out through the door whilehis friend, looking after him, was just saying:
　　"But my dear chap, today is the 19th,isn't it?"
　　Canon Pennyfather, however, had gone beyond earshot.He picked up a taxi in Pall Mall, and was driven to the air terminal in Kensington. Therewas quite a fair crowd this evening. Presenting himself at the desk it at last came to histurn. He managed to produce ticket and passport and other necessities for the journey. Thegirl behind the desk, about to stamp these credentials, paused abruptly.
　　"I beg your pardon, sir, this seems to be thewrong ticket."
　　"The wrong ticket? No, no, that is quite right.Flight one hundred and – well, I can't really read without my glasses – one hundredand something to Lucerne."
　　"It's the date, sir.This is dated Wednesday the 18th."
　　"No, no, surely. At least – I mean – today is Wednesday the 18th."
　　"I'm sorry, sir. Todayis the 19th."
　　"The 19th!" TheCanon was dismayed. He finished out a small diary, turning the pages eagerly. In the endhe had to be convinced. Today was the 19th. The plane he had meant to catch hadgone yesterday.