about five
o'clock
To-day he was a different being . All that had gone before was merged in `` yesterday 's seven thousand years . '' His cob 's pace did not slacken until he drew rein at the giant doorway of a block of flats in the Rue Boissière . It was then about five o'clock , and he meant to appear at his mother 's tea table . He was far from looking the `` limp rag '' of his phrase to Joan . Indeed , it might have taxed the resources of any crack regiment in Paris that day to produce his equal in condition . Twenty-four years old , nearly six feet in height , lean and wiry , square wristed , broad shouldered , and straight as a spear , he met the physical requirements , at least , of those classic youths beloved of Joan 's favorite goddess .