six o'clock
Then his mind went back , in a moment , over many years , to the days when he was stalwart , but not unwieldy , and loved a dark but peerless beauty , loved her deeply , and told his love , and was esteemed and pitied , but another was beloved . And so sad , yet absorbing , was the retrospect of his love , his sorrow , and her own unhappy lot , that it blotted out of his mind , for a time , the very youth whose features and complexion had launched him into the past . But the moment his horse 's feet rang on the stones , this burly philosopher shook off the past , and set himself to recover lost time . He drove rapidly to several patients , and , at six o'clock , was at 13 Chettle Street , and asked for the lady on the second floor , `` Yes , sir : she is at home , '' was the reply . `` But I do n't know ; she lives very retired . She has n't received any visits since they came . However , they rent the whole floor , and the sitting-room fronts you . ''