six o'clock
in the morning
Senhouse , shouldering his bundle , found the lady 's maid , and gave her her sailing orders . His manner to her was exactly that which he had shown to the mistress , easy , simple , and good-humoured . Leaving her , he went a leisurely way through the press , and took a tram-car from the corner of Vauxhall Bridge Road in the direction of Battersea . Senhouse , after a night of solitary musing upon certain waste places known best to outlanders , walked up Saint James 's Street at six o'clock in the morning , talking lightly and fiercely to himself . A long life of loneliness had given him that habit incurably . Discovering the hour by a clock in Piccadilly , he realised that it was too early to wait upon Mrs. Germain in Albemarle Street , so continued his way up the empty hill , entered the Park , and flung himself upon the turf under the elms . Other guests were harboured by that hospitable sward , shambling , downcast lice of the town .