nearly six o'clock
`` O Flora , they ca n't ! '' I cried . Because we say the words right ; and how can that sound queer ? It was nearly six o'clock when the chaise drew up before the door of my Uncle Charles 's house in Bloomsbury Square . These poor Southerners think , I hear , that Bloomsbury Square is one of the wonders of the world . The world must be very short of wonders , and so I said . `` O Cary , you are a bundle of prejudices ! ''