about five o'clock
Your Ma told me that Jack had nice instincts about these little things which women like , and always put a good deal of heavy thought into selecting his flowers for them . It 's been my experience that a critter who has instincts instead of sense belongs in the bushes with the dicky-birds . No one ever knew just what happened to Jack during the next three hours . He showed up at his club about five o'clock with a mighty conceited set to his jaw , but it dropped as if the spring had broken when he caught sight of me waiting for him in the reading-room . `` You here ? '' he asked as he threw himself into a chair . `` You bet , '' I said .