five o'clock
`` My goodness , why did n't you say so ? '' I cried , seizing my cap , with an astonishingly free-and-easy air , which was the last thing I should have expected of myself . `` It 's close by ... not two paces away , '' Simonov repeated , accompanying me to the front door with a fussy air which did not suit him at all . `` So five o'clock , punctually , tomorrow , '' he called down the stairs after me . He was very glad to get rid of me . I was in a fury . `` What possessed me , what possessed me to force myself upon them ? ''