four o'clock
The train rolled into Fenchurch street . Jack took his bag and got out , a little dazed by the unaccustomed hubbub and din , by the jostling throng on the platform . Here , again , there was no one to meet him . He passed out of the station -- it was just four o'clock -- into the clammy November mist . He shivered , and pulled up his coat collar . He was standing on the pavement , undecided where to go , when a cab drew alongside the curb . A corpulent young gentleman jumped out , and immediately uttered an eager shout .