Or six.
Or nine o'clock.

Or midnight." "Very good, sir," said Rollo impassively, "it ain't always wise, sir, for a man to trust to his own judgment, sir, asking your pardon.

His judgment," he added, "may be a bit of the ape left in him, sir." St.George smiled at this evolutionary pearl and settled himself comfortably by the open fire to await Rollo's return.

It was after three o'clock when he reappeared.

He brought a note and St.George feverishly tore it open.
"Whom did you see?
Were they civil to you ?" he demanded.
"I saw a old lady, sir," said Rollo irreverently.