That is not his business.

It 's rather late for him to arrive.' 'Rather late!' roared the squire.

'Why, what's it o'clock ?' Reaching a hand to the watch over his head, he caught sight of the unearthly hour.

'A quarter to two?
Gentleman downstairs?
Can't be that infernal apothecary who broke 's engagement to dine with me last night?
By George, if it is I'll souse him; I'll drench him from head to heel as though the rascal 'd been drawn through the duck-pond.

Two o'clock in the morning?
Why, the man's drunk.