five o’clock
He not only made no attempt to change the conversation , but entirely ceased asking questions ; and , indeed , hardly uttered another word of any kind , good or bad . Zack , after vainly trying to rally him into talking , lit a cigar in despair , and the two walked on together silently -- Mat having his hands in his pockets , keeping his eyes bent on the ground , and altogether burying himself , as it were , from the outer world , in the inner-most recesses of a deep brown study . As they returned , and got near Kirk Street , Mat gradually began to talk again , but only on indifferent subjects ; asking no more questions about Mr. Blyth , or any one else . They arrived at their lodgings at half-past five o'clock . Zack went into the bed-room to wash his hands . While he was thus engaged , Mat opened that leather bag of his which has been already described as lying in the corner with the bear-skins , and taking out the feather-fan and the Indian tobacco-pouch , wrapped them up separately in paper . Having done this , he called to Zack ; and , saying that he was about to step over to the shaving shop to get his face scraped clean before going to Mr. Blyth 's , left the house with his two packages in his hand .