"My lord! Perhaps the gentleman is right.

Perhaps--Perhaps--" He gulped, and turned to Mr.Caryll.

"What is't ye think we have forgot now ?" he asked.
"The time of day," Mr.Caryll replied, and watched the puzzled look that came into both their faces.
"Do ye deal in riddles with us ?" quoth his lordship.

"What have we to do with the time of day ?" "Best ask the parson," suggested Mr.Caryll.
Rotherby swung round again to Jenkins.

Jenkins spread his hands in mute bewilderment and distress.