two o'clock
`` Not changed , eh ? '' he answered , still smiling , and yet speaking with a sort of ingenuous dismay . Then I remembered that poor Pickering had been , in those Latin days , a victim of juvenile irony . He used to bring a bottle of medicine to school and take a dose in a glass of water before lunch ; and every day at two o'clock , half an hour before the rest of us were liberated , an old nurse with bushy eyebrows came and fetched him away in a carriage . His extremely fair complexion , his nurse , and his bottle of medicine , which suggested a vague analogy with the sleeping-potion in the tragedy , caused him to be called Juliet . Certainly Romeo 's sweetheart hardly suffered more ; she was not , at least , a standing joke in Verona . Remembering these things , I hastened to say to Pickering that I hoped he was still the same good fellow who used to do my Latin for me .