five o'clock
He let go , thundering one of his horrid curses , and I galloped home more than half out of my senses . ` I did n't bid you good-night that evening , and I did n't go to Wuthering Heights the next : I wished to go exceedingly ; but I was strangely excited , and dreaded to hear that Linton was dead , sometimes ; and sometimes shuddered at the thought of encountering Hareton . On the third day I took courage : at least , I could n't bear longer suspense , and stole off once more . I went at five o'clock , and walked ; fancying I might manage to creep into the house , and up to Linton 's room , unobserved . However , the dogs gave notice of my approach . Zillah received me , and saying `` the lad was mending nicely , '' showed me into a small , tidy , carpeted apartment , where , to my inexpressible joy , I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa , reading one of my books . But he would neither speak to me nor look at me , through a whole hour , Ellen : he has such an unhappy temper .