five o’clock
He toyed with her knitting , caught one of her plump white hands , the one on the side away from the street , and held it , while Hannah pretended not to notice , and drooped her long eyelashes in a telling way . Hannah knew how . She had been at it a good many years . So he sat , toward five o'clock , when David came by , and bowed gravely to Hannah , but seemed not to see Harry . Harry let his eyes follow the tall figure in an insolent stare . `` What a dough-faced cad that man is ! '' he said lazily , `` no wonder his little pink-cheeked wife seeks other society .