four o’clock
`` There is nothing that pleases a woman more . '' `` My friend , you zink of everyzing ! '' exclaimed the Baron , admiringly . When four o'clock approached he drew a night-shirt over his other garments and got into bed . Mr Bunker at first was in favour of a complete change of attire , but on his friend 's expostulating against such a thorough precaution , he admitted that it would be perhaps rather like the historic blacking of Othello . `` Leave it all to me , my dear Baron , '' he said , reassuringly , as he tucked him in ; and with that he went into the other room and awaited the arrival of their guests . They came punctually .