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I'd hate to
be his next patient if I was rich enough to call him in to attend me."
"I am surprised at you, Mary," said Mr. Bingle, and his expression
convinced her that he really was.


CHAPTER IV
FORTY MINUTES LATE

Mr. Bingle was late at the bank the morning after their return from
the North. Not in all the years of his connection with the institution
had such a thing happened to him--or to the bank, for that matter. He
made it a point to be punctual. In his opinion, a man was taking
something that did not belong to him when he failed his employer in
the matter of promptness. Working AFTER hours to make up the lost time
was, in his estimation, a rather cowardly form of penance; it was
simply a confession that the delinquent had robbed his master of a
certain number of fresh minutes earlier in the day, and was trying to
restore them at the end of the day, when he was in no condition to
give as good as he had taken.
One could set his watch by Thomas Bingle. All of the clocks, and all
of the watches, and all of the clerks in the bank might be late, but
NEVER Thomas Bingle.


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