two o'clock
You are the type men like , for one thing . But there is one thing I could not stand , in your place -- having to know that he is making love to the heroine every evening and twice on Wednesdays and -- Bab , this is Wednesday ! '' I glanced at my wrist watch . It was but two o'clock . Instantly , dear Dairy , I became conscious of a dual going on within me , between love and duty . Should I do as instructed and see him no more , thus crushing my inclination under the iron heel of resolution ? Or should I cast my parents to the winds , and go ?