The latest I could stay on any evening is seven o'clock--some days I might have to leave at six--certainly no later than half past.

I suppose you have dinner at seven, Mrs.Cleary ?" Kitty nodded.

She was too interested in this new phase of the situation to speak.
"Yes, seven would have to be the hour, Mr.Kling" said O'Day.
"Vell, make it seven o'clock, den." "And if," he continued in a still more serious voice, "I should on certain days--absent myself entirely, would that matter ?" Otto was being slowly driven into a corner, but he determined not to flinch with Kitty standing by.

"No, I tink I git along vid my little Beesvings." O'Day studied the pavement for an instant, then looked into space as if seeking to clear his mind of every conflicting thought, and said at last, slowly and deliberately: "Very well.

Then I will be with you in the morning at nine o'clock.