The hour named was a rather odd time--two o'clock in the afternoon, but, from Mrs.Bunting's point of view, it was most convenient.
By two o'clock, nay, by half-past one, the lodger would have had his lunch; by hurrying matters a little she and Bunting would have had their dinner, and--and Daisy wasn't coming home till tea-time.
She got up out of her husband's chair.

"I think you're right," she said, in a quick, hoarse tone.

"I mean about me seeing a doctor, Bunting.

I think I will go and see a doctor this very afternoon." "Wouldn't you like me to go with you ?" he asked.
"No, that I wouldn't.

In fact I wouldn't go at all you was to go with me." "All right," he said vexedly.