five o'clock
When he had her in his arms he felt no remorse for killing the coarse , handsome brute who had ruined her . He savagely rejoiced in it . But when she laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder , turning to him her white face with the faint colour-staining on the parted lips , the cheeks , the eyelids ; when her dark , wide-apart , brown eyes gazed up in the happiness of her abandonment -- he felt only tenderness and protection . He left her at five o'clock , and had not gone two streets ' length before the memory of the little grey vagabond , screwed back in the far corner of the dock like a baited raccoon , of his dreary , creaking voice , took possession of him again ; and a kind of savagery mounted in his brain against a world where one could be so tortured without having meant harm to anyone . At the door of his lodgings Keith was getting out of a cab . They went in together , but neither of them sat down ; Keith standing with his back to the carefully shut door , Laurence with his back to the table , as if they knew there was a tug coming . And Keith said : `` There 's room on that boat .