five o'clock
`` How are things with you ? '' `` Oh , just the same . '' She walked with him to the library , and he poked at the open fire with a long-handled poker before turning around to survey the room generally . It was five o'clock of a January afternoon . Jennie had gone to one of the windows to lower the shade . As she came back he looked at her critically . `` You 're not quite your usual self , are you ? ''