P.R. Deltoid: Ah, Alex boy! Awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work, yes? She gave me the key. She said something about a pain somewhere, hence not at school, yes? 
Alex: A rather intolerable pain in the head, Brother Sir. I think it should be clear by this after lunch. 
P.R. Deltoid: Or certainly by this evening, yes? The evening's the great time, isn't it, Alex?