five o’clock
She was dead . What unknown `` little rub '' had dealt her the blow ? What shock , in the name of wonder , _ had _ she had in town ? I mentioned immediately the only one I could imagine -- her having failed to meet at my house , to which by invitation for the purpose she had come at five o'clock , the gentleman I was to be married to , who had been accidentally kept away and with whom she had no acquaintance whatever . This obviously counted for little ; but something else might easily have occurred ; nothing in the London streets was more possible than an accident , especially an accident in those desperate cabs . What had she done , where had she gone on leaving my house ? I had taken for granted she had gone straight home .