five o’clock
`` He does n't talk right . '' The afternoon was as grey as lead and cold . It was blowing up a disagreeable winter wind . He visited a place far up on the east side , near Sixty-ninth Street , and it was five o'clock , and growing dim , when he reached there . A portly German kept this place . `` How about this ad of yours ? '' asked Hurstwood , who rather objected to the looks of the place .