five o’clock
At the same time , he could never again feel the same toward her . Indeed , he would never have felt the same even had there been no Rosenblatt . Art was art ! It was only five o'clock when he left the picture theatre , but he ate again at the luxurious cafeteria . He ate a large steak , drank an immense quantity of milk , and bought another box of candy on his way to the Patterson home . Lights were on there , and he went in to face the woman he had so long kept out of her money . She would probably greet him coldly and tell him she was surprised at his actions .