six o'clock
The other shook her head , sadly . They left the house and turned towards Kennington Road . Before Lydia had gone half a dozen steps she saw that Ackroyd was waiting at the end of the street . She felt a pang of self-reproach ; it was wrong of her to have allowed him to stand in miserable uncertainty all this time ; she ought to have gone out at six o'clock . In a low voice she said to her companion : ` There 's Mr. Ackroyd . I want just to speak a word to him . If you 'll go on when we get up , I 'll soon overtake you . '