four o'clock
Most probbly there was nothing in it -- so many lies is told about families -- Marobblan went away , bag and baggage , saucepans , and piano , and all -- the feller ad a pianna , and wrote potry in French , and he took a lodging at Clavering , and he hankered about the primises , and it was said that Madam Fribsby , the milliner , brought letters to Miss Hamory , though I do n't believe a word about it ; nor that he tried to pison hisself with charcoal , which it was all a humbug betwigst him and Madam Fribsby ; and he was nearly shot by the keeper in the park . '' -LSB- Illustration -RSB- In the course of that very day , it chanced that the major had stationed himself in the great window of Bays 's Club , in St. James 's - street , at the hour in the afternoon when you see a half score of respectable old bucks similarly recreating themselves -LRB- Bays 's is rather an old-fashioned place of resort now , and many of its members more than middle-aged ; but in the time of the prince regent , these old fellows occupied the same window , and were some of the very greatest dandies in this empire -RRB- ; Major Pendennis was looking from the great window , and spied his nephew Arthur walking down the street in company with his friend Mr. Popjoy . `` Look ! '' said Popjoy to Pen , as they passed , `` did you ever pass Bays 's at four o'clock , without seeing that collection of old fogies ? It 's a regular museum . They ought to be cast in wax , and set up at Madame Tussaud 's -- '' '' -- In a chamber of old horrors by themselves , '' Pen said , laughing . '' -- In the chamber of horrors !