four o’clock
He had been for many years cashier of a private bank in Baggot Street . Every morning he came in from Chapelizod by tram . At midday he went to Dan Burke 's and took his lunch -- a bottle of lager beer and a small trayful of arrowroot biscuits . At four o'clock he was set free . He dined in an eating-house in George 's Street where he felt himself safe from the society of Dublin 's gilded youth and where there was a certain plain honesty in the bill of fare . His evenings were spent either before his landlady 's piano or roaming about the outskirts of the city . His liking for Mozart 's music brought him sometimes to an opera or a concert : these were the only dissipations of his life .