Half past one
Georgie rose ; the first call on a stranger in Riseholme was never supposed to last more than half an hour , however much you were enjoying it , and never less , however bored you might be , and he felt sure he had already exceeded this . `` I must be off , '' he said . `` Too delightful to think that you and Mr Shuttleworth will come to lunch with me tomorrow . Half past one , shall we say ? '' `` Excellent ; but where do you live ? '' `` Just across the green . Shall I call for you ? ''