six o'clock
` Gracious me , ' he said , ` how my memory is going ! Gribbles , from Ivybridge , and old John Poulter , from Bovey , are coming to meet here by appointment . You ca n't put Helpholme off till tomorrow ? ' Patience , however , never put off anything , and therefore at six o'clock , when her father had finished his slender modicum of toddy , she tied on her hat and went on her walk . She started forth with a quick step , and left no word to say by which route she would go . As she passed up along the little lane which led towards Oxney Colne she would not even look to see if he was coming towards her ; and when she left the road , passing over a stone stile into a little path which ran first through the upland fields , and then across the moor ground towards Helpholme , she did not look back once , or listen for his coming step . She paid her visit , remaining upwards of an hour with the old bedridden mother of the farmer of Helpholme .