four in the afternoon
That was about a year ago . My uncle , whose heir and constant companion I was , gave me a liberal allowance , and sent me off to travel . I came to America , landed in New York early in September , and set about winning back the color which had departed from my cheeks by an assiduous devotion to such pleasures as New York affords . Two days after my arrival , I set out for an airing at Coney Island , leaving my hotel at four in the afternoon . On my way down Broadway I was suddenly startled at hearing my name spoken from behind me , and appalled , on turning , to see standing with outstretched hands no less a person than my defunct chum , Hawley Hicks . '' -LSB- Illustration -RSB- `` Impossible , '' said I. `` Exactly my remark , '' returned Number 5010 . `` To which I added , ` Hawley Hicks , it ca n't be you ! ' ''