eleven o'clock P.M.
His speech was as Yea , yea , or Nay , nay , for he either said , `` I 'll be back for dinner , '' or `` Do n't look for me until you see me . '' And Mrs. Crosby , without taking her eyes from the sermon , would nod . Of late years , Doctor David Livingstone had been taking less and less of the `` Do n't - look-for-me-until-you-see-me '' cases , and Doctor Dick had acquired a car , which would not freeze when left outside all night like a forgotten dog , and a sense of philosophy about sleep . That is , that eleven o'clock P.M. was bed-time to some people , but was just eleven o'clock for him . When he went to church he listened to the sermon , but rather often he looked at Elizabeth Wheeler . When his eyes wandered , as the most faithful eyes will now and then , they were apt to rest on the flag that had hung , ever since the war , beside the altar . He had fought for his country in a sea of mud , never nearer than two hundred miles to the battle line , fought with a surgical kit instead of a gun , but he was content .