ten o'clock
they 'll be the death ' o me , one way and another . There 's mother , and Netta , and Miss Gwynne , and now this Gladys ! This is the last time I 'll put myself out for any of 'em , or my name is n't David Prothero . ' It was about half-past ten o'clock when Mr Prothero and Gladys started on their homeward journey . When they had gone about half way , they stopped for an hour to bait the mare , which brought them to nearly two o'clock , and reduced Mr Prothero to a state of great ill humour . Poor Gladys had to bear many reproachful speeches , which reached her between a very animated conversation which he kept up with the mare and Lion alternately . He did not talk much to her , but contented himself with making her eat and drink a great deal more than was pleasant for her , because , as he phrased it , ` People should n't think she was starved at Glanyravon . '