two o’clock
we have worked down to the bed-rock , or -- in Hugh Miller 's colloquial phrasing -- to the `` old red sandstone , '' of the fact that you want Jack . You state the fact with what you designate as brutal candor -- and I reply with candied brutality , that I have thought that all along . If you are averse to my view of the matter , you must look out of the window the whole time that I continue , for once entered I always fight to a finish and I can not retire to my corner on this auspicious occasion without announcing through a trumpet that even if Jack is a most idiotic fellow I never have caught the microbe from him , and , as a sequence , have always seen clear through and out of the other side of the whole situation . Of course I should not say this to any woman but you because it would not have any meaning to her , but , between you and me all things are printed in plain black and white and , therefore , I respectfully submit a program consisting of the two o'clock train Tuesday and myself , to be recognized by a beaming look of burning joy , upon the platform . Beyond that you may confide yourself to waxing waxy in my hands . They are not bad hands to be in as your brother and whatever-you-call-Jack can testify . I will lay my lines in the dark to the end that you may bloom in the sun .