one o’clock
He wiped the moisture from his brow three or four times , and then thought he might be the better for a little air , and opened the window . But the breeze , gentle as it was , made him cough , and he shut it again . Of course , no one , knowing Mr. Roland Yorke , could be surprised at his starting to the station to meet Lord Carrick , instead of to the office to do his work . He had gone home at one o'clock that day , as usual . Not that there was any necessity for his doing so , for the dinner hour was postponed until later , and it would have furthered the business of the office had he remained for once at his post . Had any one suggested to Roland to do so , he would have thought he was going to be worked to death . About twenty minutes past three he came clattering in .