six o'clock
Now , yours being the best offer down in my book ~ 312 ~ ~ at present , I say , `` done , along with you , old fellow , '' thereby clearly proving that I am no ass . Q. E. D. -- eh ? that 's about the thing , is n't it ? Now , look here , Jack Basset has asked me down to Storley Wood for a day 's pheasant shooting on Tuesday : if you could contrive to send any kind of trap over about lunch-time , on Wednesday , I could have a second pop at the long-tails , and be with you in time for a half-past six o'clock feed as it is not more than ten miles from Storley to Heathfield . I would n't have troubled you to send for me , only the tandem 's _ hors de combat _ . I was fool enough to lend it to Muffington Spoffkins to go and see his aunt one fine day . The horses finding a fresh hand on the reins , began pulling like steam-engines -- Muffington could not hold them -- consequently they bolted ; and after running over two whole infant schools , and upsetting a retired grocer , they knocked the cart into `` immortal smash '' against a turnpike-gate , pitching Spoffkins into a horse-pond , with Shrimp a-top of him .