6:30 p.m.
The guard whistled -- not professionally , but orally . `` You do n't say so ? '' The acute man nodded , and , leaning his elbows on the window-sill , gazed at the prospect contemplatively . In a few minutes the 6:30 p.m. train was flying across country at the rate of thirty-five or forty miles an hour . Meanwhile , the `` tall good-looking fellow with the eyeglass and light whiskers '' sat quaking opposite Emma Lee . The extreme absurdity , not to say danger , of his position as a traveller to nowhere without a ticket , flashed upon him when too late , and he would have cheerfully given fifty pounds , had he possessed such a sum , if the boards under his feet would have opened and let him drop between the rails . In fact he felt so confused and guilty that -- albeit not naturally a shy youth -- he did not dare to look at Emma for some time after starting , but sat with downcast eyes , revolving in his mind how he was to get out of the dilemma ; but the more he revolved the matter the more hopeless did his case appear .