one o'clock
Wolves in the street could not have startled him more than those magnificent fierce-gleaming mountains of snow at the street-end , beyond the statue . He stood and wondered , and never thought to look who the gentleman was . Then he turned right round , and began to walk home . Luncheon was at one o'clock . It was half-past twelve when he rang at the lodge gates . He climbed through the leaves of the little park , on a side-path , rather reluctantly towards the house . In the hall Lady Franks was discussing with Arthur a fat Pekinese who did not seem very well .