half past eleven
Turnbull caught Evan 's elbow again with quite another gesture . `` Come , '' he cried , with the harsh voice of one who hides emotion , `` come and let us be tactful in chorus . '' The doctor with the pointed beard was already slanting it forward at a more than usually acute angle , with the smile that expressed expectancy . `` I hope I do not hurry you , gentlemen , '' he said , with the faintest suggestion of a sneer at their hurried consultation , `` but I believe you wanted to see me at half past eleven . '' `` I am most awfully sorry , Doctor , '' said Turnbull , with ready amiability ; `` I never meant to keep you waiting ; but the silly accident that has landed us in your garden may have some rather serious consequences to our friends elsewhere , and my friend here was just drawing my attention to some of them . '' `` Quite so ! Quite so ! ''