five o'clock
The great glass over the mantelpiece , faced by the other great console glass at the opposite end of the room , increased and multiplied between them the brown Holland bag in which the chandelier hung , until you saw these brown Holland bags fading away in endless perspectives , and this apartment of Miss Osborne 's seemed the centre of a system of drawing-rooms . When she removed the cordovan leather from the grand piano and ventured to play a few notes on it , it sounded with a mournful sadness , startling the dismal echoes of the house . George 's picture was gone , and laid upstairs in a lumber-room in the garret ; and though there was a consciousness of him , and father and daughter often instinctively knew that they were thinking of him , no mention was ever made of the brave and once darling son . At five o'clock Mr. Osborne came back to his dinner , which he and his daughter took in silence -LRB- seldom broken , except when he swore and was savage , if the cooking was not to his liking -RRB- , or which they shared twice in a month with a party of dismal friends of Osborne 's rank and age . Old Dr. Gulp and his lady from Bloomsbury Square ; old Mr. Frowser , the attorney , from Bedford Row , a very great man , and from his business , hand-in-glove with the `` nobs at the West End '' ; old Colonel Livermore , of the Bombay Army , and Mrs. Livermore , from Upper Bedford Place ; old Sergeant Toffy and Mrs. Toffy ; and sometimes old Sir Thomas Coffin and Lady Coffin , from Bedford Square . Sir Thomas was celebrated as a hanging judge , and the particular tawny port was produced when he dined with Mr. Osborne . These people and their like gave the pompous Russell Square merchant pompous dinners back again .