six o'clock in the evening
`` Dear me ! What are you going to say ? '' Septimus reflected for a moment . `` If I dine off a bloater in a soup-plate in the drawing-room , or if my bed is n't made at six o'clock in the evening , and my house is a cross between a pigsty and an ironmonger 's shop , nobody minds . It is only Septimus Dix 's extraordinary habits . But if the woman who is my wife in the eyes of the world -- '' `` Yes , yes , I see , '' she said hurriedly . `` I had n't looked at it in that light . ''