morning, noon
Our rooms are number -- what is it , Nancy ? I never can recollect . '' `` No. 5 , '' reply I. `` But , indeed , it is not much use any one coming to call upon us , is it ? For we are always out -- morning , noon , and night . '' With this parting encouragement on my part , we drive off , and leave our young friend trying , with only moderate success , to combine a gracious smile to Sir Roger , with a resentful scowl at me , under a lamp-post . We roll along quickly and easily , through the soft , cool , lamplit night . `` Well , how did you get on with him , Nancy ? ''