five o'clock
He developed a stiff neck , which made him very irritable , and even Julia `` got on his nerves '' and was banished for the day to the company of the cheerful Jewish family who lived on an upper floor . He sat in an armchair , wrapped in blankets , his rigid gaze roving a pitifully restricted perspective of street outside the window , an elaborate cough occasionally racking him . Emeline had gotten a fairly tempting dinner under way . She could cook some things well , and at five o'clock she came in from the kitchen with an appetizing tray . `` Gosh , is it dinner time ? '' asked George . `` After five , '' Emeline said , flitting about the bed-room .