six o'clock
As likely as not he was the guest of the Henry Ococks in their new mansion , or of the mayor of the borough . In the past two years Mahony had only twice exchanged a word with his brother-in-law . And then they met again . In Melbourne , at six o'clock one January morning , the Honourable John , about to enter a saloon-compartment of the Ballarat train , paused , with one foot on the step , and disregarding the polite remarks of the station-master at his heels , screwed up his prominent black eyes against the sun . At the farther end of the train , a tall , thin , fair-whiskered man was peering disconsolately along a row of crowded carriages . `` God bless me ! is n't that ... Why , so it is ! ''