one o'clock
You could see he was feeling deeply . Deuced painful and all that , this sort of thing , but a chappie has got to assert himself every now and then . Absolutely . * * * * * I was looking for Cyril to show up again any time after breakfast , but he did n't appear : so towards one o'clock I trickled out to the Lambs Club , where I had an appointment to feed the Wooster face with a cove of the name of Caffyn I 'd got pally with since my arrival -- George Caffyn , a fellow who wrote plays and what not . I 'd made a lot of friends during my stay in New York , the city being crammed with bonhomous lads who one and all extended a welcoming hand to the stranger in their midst . Caffyn was a bit late , but bobbed up finally , saying that he had been kept at a rehearsal of his new musical comedy , `` Ask Dad '' ; and we started in . We had just reached the coffee , when the waiter came up and said that Jeeves wanted to see me .