two o'clock
If the Warden knew Prettyman I guessed that he had also heard something about me , and I thought I might as well stick up for myself as far as possible , so I said that Mr. Prettyman was the sort of man who , when you had lost a thing , always asked you where you had put it . He had on one occasion actually done this to me , and annoyed me very much . The Warden took no notice of my remark , and I was left to my neuralgia until the end of the meal . The other men who were there talked a lot ; one of them said what he thought of Irving in _ Hamlet _ , and another criticized the paintings of Watts ; the Warden kept his opinions to himself , and at two o'clock asked us what we were going to do in the afternoon . All of us were bent on active employment , but just as I was leaving the dining-room , he called me back and asked me if I would go for a walk with him at three o'clock on the following Thursday afternoon . I was too confused to remember what I said , and I only recollect that I left his house feeling as if something very awful was going to happen . I changed to play for the XX .