five o'clock
` I dare say what I know to be the truth -- the bitter , shameful truth . You lied to me to-day in the railway-carriage , when you told me that you did not know of my cousins ' death last night -- that you did not know of the change in my father 's position . ' ` You are a nice young lady to accuse your husband of lying , ' he answered , scowling at her . ` I tell you I saw no evening papers : I left London at half-past five o'clock . But even if I had known , what does that matter ? It makes no difference to my right over your life . You are my wife and you belong to me .