four o'clock
Sam rose ` im to seventeen-and-six , but it was all no good , and at last ' e wrote a letter to Ginger Dick , telling ` im to give the cabman a suit of clothes and a pound . `` And look sharp about it , '' he ses . `` I shall expect 'em in ` arf an hour . '' `` You 'll ` ave 'em , if you 're lucky , when I come back to change ` orses at four o'clock , '' ses the cabman . `` D'ye think I 've got nothing to do but fuss about arter you ? '' `` Why not drive me back in the cab ? '' ses Sam . ''