five o'clock
Forgotten his father 's coldness ; forgotten his bare , loveless home ; forgotten even the wrangler who was coming to trouble him ; and forgotten that nameless shadow of parting and distance , which had hovered too near ever since he had met Valmai . She loved him , so a fig for all trouble ! They had pledged their troth on the edge of the waves , and they thought not of the mysterious , untried sea of life which stretched before them . Early in the following week Cardo drove to Caer Madoc to meet the mail-coach , which entered the town with many blasts of the horn , and with much flourishing of whip , at five o'clock every evening . In the yard of the Red Dragon he waited for the arrival of his father 's guest . At the appointed time the coach came rattling round the corner , and , as it drew up on the noisy cobble stones , a pale , thin face emerged from the coach window and looked inquiringly round . `` Mr. Gwynne Ellis , I suppose ? ''