five o’clock
cries the Protestant parent , and then learns that it was built by a Papist who made a fortune out of movable eyes for dolls . `` Built out of doll 's eyes to contain idols '' -- that , at all events , is the legend and the joke . It watches over the apostate city , taller by many a yard than anything within , and asserting , however wildly , that here is eternity , stability , and bubbles unbreakable upon a windless sea . A costly hymn tune announced five o'clock , and in the distance the more lovable note of St. Mary 's could be heard , speaking from the heart of the town . Then the tram arrived -- the slow stuffy tram that plies every twenty minutes between the unknown and the marketplace -- and took them past the desecrated grounds of Downing , past Addenbrookes Hospital , girt like a Venetian palace with a mantling canal , past the Fitz William , towering upon immense substructions like any Roman temple , right up to the gates of one 's own college , which looked like nothing else in the world . The porters were glad to see them , but wished it had been a hansom . `` Our luggage , '' explained Rickie , `` comes in the hotel omnibus , if you would kindly pay a shilling for mine . ''