one o'clock
There was thunder in the air . Tomkinson had warned him of it overnight . `` There 's bin ructions while you were away , my lord , '' the butler had whispered , waylaying him in the hall just before midnight . `` Lady St. Maur has upset the Earl somethink dreadful ; '' and Medenham had growled in reply : `` Her ladyship will lunch here at one o'clock to-morrow , Tomkinson . Have an ambulance ready at two , for she will be in little pieces before I have done with her . The mangling will be somethink orful . '' `` But what has become of Dale , my lord ? ''