five o'clock
Unconscious of the florist 's cynical reflections , Flint tossed him his card , and emerged once more to add one to the moving mass of humanity on the street . At Madison Square he dropped in at the club and looked over the latest numbers of `` Life '' and `` Punch . '' Still time hung heavy on his hands . He looked at his watch ; it was just five o'clock , -- exactly the time when that objectionable Blathwayt was to call in Stuyvesant Square . Still two hours before dinner . He left the club , crossed over to Broadway , and jumped onto the platform of the moving cable-car at imminent peril to life and limb . He rode on in a sort of daze , till he was roused by a sudden jerk and the conductor 's call of : `` Central Park -- all out here ! ''