one o'clock
Now this chanced to be in some respects an exact description of Miles Milton ! The budding moustache , to be sure , was barely discernible , still it was sufficiently so for a detective to found on . His dress , too , was brown tweed , not grey ; but of course dresses can be changed ; and as to his manner , there could not be two opinions about that . Now it chanced to be past one o'clock when Miles entered the town and felt himself impelled by familiar sensations to pause in front of an eating-house . It was a poor eating-house in a low district , but Miles was not particular ; still further , it was a temperance coffee-house , but Miles cared nothing for strong drink . Strong health and spirits had served his purpose admirably up to that date . Inside the eating-house there sat several men of the artisan class , and a few of the nondescript variety .