five o'clock in the afternoon
He had seen these words : `` Is n't it splendid ? Emile may leave at once . But there is no good boat till the tenth . We shall take that , and be at Cattaro on the eleventh at five o'clock in the afternoon ... '' `` Is n't it splendid ? '' For a moment he sat quite still in the glare of the sun , mentally repeating to himself these words of his wife . So the inevitable had happened . For he felt it was inevitable .