two o’clock
I am blithe to see your father 's son on the causeway of our ancient burgh , Mr. Alan Fairford . Were you a twelve-month aulder , we would make a burgess of you , man . I hope you will come and dine with me before you go away . What think you of to-day at two o'clock -- just a roasted chucky and a drappit egg ? ' Alan Fairford resolved that his friend 's hospitality should not , as it seemed the inviter intended , put a stop to his queries . ` I must delay you for a moment , ' he said , ` Mr. Crosbie ; this is a serious affair ; a young gentleman of high hopes , my own dearest friend , is missing -- you can not think it will be passed over slightly , if a man of your high character and known zeal for the government do not make some active inquiry . Mr. Crosbie , you are my father 's friend , and I respect you as such -- but to others it will have a bad appearance . '