five o’clock
The little gentleman was radiant , and exclaimed as he saw me : -- `` What ! my dear colonel ! you are going to leave us ? Come and dine with me -- at five o'clock , precisely ! '' My reply was not polite . I drew my pistol -- at which movement Mr. Blocque disappeared , running , at the corner of St. Paul 's . On his heels followed a portly and despairing gentleman -- Mr. Croaker .