five o'clock
They never found any point of contact in all their passionate discussions of this ethical question ; and the question was no more settled between them , now that Adams had succumbed , than it had ever been . But at least the wrangling about it was over : they were grave together , almost silent , and an uneasiness prevailed with her as much as with him . He had already been out of the house , to walk about the small green yard ; and on Monday afternoon he sent for a taxicab and went down-town , but kept a long way from the `` wholesale section , '' where stood the formidable old oblong pile of Lamb and Company . He arranged for the sale of the bonds he had laid away , and for placing a mortgage upon his house ; and on his way home , after five o'clock , he went to see an old friend , a man whose term of service with Lamb and Company was even a little longer than his own . This veteran , returned from the day 's work , was sitting in front of the apartment house where he lived , but when the cab stopped at the curb he rose and came forward , offering a jocular greeting . `` Well , well , Virgil Adams ! I always thought you had a sporty streak in you .