five
o'clock
She rose as she spoke . `` I don ' t know what I shall -- '' began the older woman , looking up at the younger . `` You 've got all to-morrow to decide . He wo n't be back till five o'clock . I should n't worry , ' f I was you . O ' course , it 's your last love affair , probably , 'n' you want to get 's much 's you can out of it ; but I do n't see no call to fret any . He ai n't frettin ' .