Sunday noon
And he found he did n't even think of marrying . He did n't even want to come or go , particularly . A rather frumpy old bachelor , with thinning hair and a thickening neck . Every Thursday evening he took dinner at Eva 's , and on Sunday noon at Stell 's . He tucked his napkin under his chin and openly enjoyed the homemade soup and the well-cooked meats . After dinner he tried to talk business with Eva 's husband , or Stell 's . His business talks were the old-fashioned kind , beginning : `` Well , now , looka here .