About five o'clock
I felt myself becoming exactly like a native , sitting with my hands folded , looking straight before me . If I had n't been so anxious I should n't have minded the waiting at all . Now and again I refreshed myself with a peep at the babu , just to assure myself that I was n't the only person left alive in the world . About five o'clock Boggley and his bicycle strolled into the station . I had meant to be frightfully cross with him when he appeared -- that is to say , if he were n't wounded or disabled in any way -- but somehow I never can be very cross when I see him , the way he wrinkles up his short-sighted eyes is so disarming . He had absolutely no excuse except that he had run across old friends , and they had persuaded him to stay to lunch , and then they had got talking , and so on and so on . He was very repentant , but inclined to laugh .