two o'clock afternoon
Yesterday , after the knife-and-beer scene -- no wonder I threw the liquor in her face : it was so dev ` lish flat that no gentleman could drink it : and I told her never to draw it till dinner-time -- '' `` Oh , it was enough to put an angel in a fury ! '' said Brock . `` Well , yesterday , after the knife business , when you had got the carver out of her hand , off she flings to her bedroom , will not eat a bit of dinner forsooth , and remains locked up for a couple of hours . At two o'clock afternoon -LRB- I was over a tankard -RRB- , out comes the little she-devil , her face pale , her eyes bleared , and the tip of her nose as red as fire with sniffling and weeping . Making for my hand , ` Max , ' says she , ` will you forgive me ? ' ` What ! ' says I. ` Forgive a murderess ? '