five o'clock
`` You look used up , Curtis ; got a cold ? '' Mr. Weston asked , kindly . Maurice , sick in spirit , said , `` No , sir ; I 'm all right . '' And so the minutes of the long day ticked themselves away , each a separate pang of disgust and shame , until five o'clock came , and he started for Lily 's . While he waited in the unswept vestibule of an incredibly ornate frame apartment house for the answer to his ring , and the usual : `` My goodness ! Is that you ? Come on up ! ''