five o'clock Thursday
He shivered as one shivers at the thought of disaster narrowly averted . `` The fates were good that I only came near it ! '' He took from his breast-pocket an engraved card , without having to search for it , because during the few days the card had been in his possession the action had become a habit . `` Comtesse de Vaurigard , '' was the name engraved , and below was written in pencil : `` To remember Monsieur Robert Russ Mellin he promise to come to tea Hotel Magnifique , Roma , at five o'clock Thursday . '' There had been disappointment in the first stages of his journey , and that had gone hard with Mellin . Europe had been his goal so long , and his hopes of pleasure grew so high when -LRB- after his years of saving and putting by , bit by bit , out of his salary in a real-estate office -RRB- he drew actually near the shining horizon . But London , his first stopping-place , had given him some dreadful days .