two o’clock
Achilles came to the door with swift look . He turned back to the shop . `` I go , '' he said to Alcibiades , and stepped across the pavement , and was off . At two o'clock he returned to the shop , his face covered with big beads of perspiration , his hat gone and his eyes shining -- and , without a word , he went about the shop with his wonted air of swift-moving silence . But the next day he was off again , and the next ; and Alcibiades grew accustomed to the long car slipping up and the straight , slim figure sliding into it and taking its place and disappearing down the street . Where Achilles went on these excursions , or what he did , no one knew . Promptly at two each day he returned -- always dishevelled and alert , but wearing a look of triumph that sat strangely on the quiet Greek reserve .