five o'clock in the morning of November
As they passed , people hung glass grapes on his shoulders , until he looked like the figure-head of a wrecked ship . Then Florinda got upon his knee and hid her face in his waistcoat . With one hand he held her ; with the other , his pipe . `` Now let us talk , '' said Jacob , as he walked down Haverstock Hill between four and five o'clock in the morning of November the sixth arm-in-arm with Timmy Durrant , `` about something sensible . '' The Greeks -- yes , that was what they talked about -- how when all 's said and done , when one 's rinsed one 's mouth with every literature in the world , including Chinese and Russian -LRB- but these Slavs are n't civilized -RRB- , it 's the flavour of Greek that remains . Durrant quoted Aeschylus -- Jacob Sophocles . It is true that no Greek could have understood or professor refrained from pointing out -- Never mind ; what is Greek for if not to be shouted on Haverstock Hill in the dawn ?