about 3 P.M.
The burn on her face , and on my hand , was n't any red-hot poker . Did you ever hear such bosh ? Look here , you mind , do n't you , the talk that week about the world getting blowed up by some comet ? Well , about 3 P.M. on the comet day , as I was walking home through Lagden Dip , an old gent , the same as took the farm over after you , he comes up to me , and he says : ` If you should happen to see anywhere in your travels ' , sez ` e , laughin ' and rubbin ' his hands , ` a piece of hot iron after eleven to-night , you bring it to me , and I 'll put a cheque for One Thousand Pounds there in the middle of your palm ' . Well -- I said it was a Wednesday , did n't I ? And Wednesday bein ' the pay-day on the Eastern , me and the missus had a drop o ' beer that afternoon , and you know ` ow you come and catched me a-paying of her -- dirty dog that I was those days . But , Hogarth , you had n't hardly gone when we made it up between us , and the rest of that evening we was just like -- well -- two bloomin ' , cooin ' doves !