two in the morning
`` Let us call it cardiac , anyhow , '' said the other physician . So they did so . My first interview with Dr. James Winter was under dramatic circumstances . It occurred at two in the morning in the bedroom of an old country house . I kicked him twice on the white waistcoat and knocked off his gold spectacles , while he , with the aid of a female accomplice , stifled my angry cries in a flannel petticoat and thrust me into a warm bath . I am told that one of my parents , who happened to be present , remarked in a whisper that there was nothing the matter with my lungs . I can not recall how Dr. Winter looked at the time for I had other things to think of , but his description of my own appearance is far from flattering .