one o'clock
Husbands are only unattainable by the blue-stocking , the flirt and the personally angular . The rain pelted down in torrents as I walked to Kew Gardens Station , and as it generally happens to the unlucky doctor that calls are made upon him in the most inclement weather , I found , on returning to Harley Place , that Lady Langley , in Hill Street , had sent a message asking me to go round at once . I was therefore compelled to pay the visit , for her ladyship -- a snappy old dowager -- was a somewhat exacting patient of Sir Bernard 's . She was a fussy old person who believed herself to be much worse than she really was , and it was , therefore , not until past one o'clock that I smoked my final pipe , drained my peg , and retired to bed , full of recollections of my well-beloved . Just before turning in my man brought me a telegram from Sir Bernard , dispatched from Brighton , regarding a case to be seen on the following day . He was very erratic about telegrams and sent them to me at all hours , therefore it was no extraordinary circumstance . He always preferred telegraphing to writing letters .