Sunday, four P.M.
` From Themison , ' he said ; he coughed . ` Do n't think to deceive me , ' said she . ` I have not read the contents , I know them . ' ` The invitation at last , for to-morrow , Sunday , four P.M. Odd , that next day at eight of the evening I shall be addressing our meeting in the Theatre . Simeon speaks . Beaves Urmsing insists on coming , Tory though he is . Those Tories are jollier fellows than -- well , no wonder !