six o'clock
I thought of the mother and the four sisters down at Canterbury and of the other two who were married , who had been married so differently . There was something queer , something wrong about it all . I believe the very workmen felt that it was so and were sorry for her . When they had all gone away at six o'clock Jevons and I took our coats off and settled down for three solid hours to the serious work of moving furniture , while Viola tried to find the china , to wash it , and sorted all the linen and the blankets . And at nine o'clock we dined on bacon that Jevons fried over the gas-stove in the kitchen and cocoa that Viola and I made in a white-and-pink jug we found in the bath ; it was a buxom , wide-pouting jug with an expression that Jevons said reminded him of his mother 's sister who had brought him up . He said that jug was all that Viola would be allowed to see of his relations . I was left with Viola in the kitchen to wash up while Jevons finished what he called his man 's job upstairs .