six o'clock
I s ` pose Miss Vancourt 's inside it . '' Walden paused , -- punt-pole in hand . `` Yes , I suppose she is , '' he rejoined . `` Come to me at six o'clock , Bainton . I shall want you . '' `` Very good , sir ! '' The pole splashed in the water , -- the punt shot out into the clear stream , -- Nebbie gave two short barks , as was his custom when he found himself being helplessly borne away from dry land , -- and in a few seconds Walden had disappeared round one of the bends of the river .