nearly six o’clock
However , all this must be stupid enough to you . You know my little ways by this time , and you do n't expect me to keep on the main line of my story . However , I am back on the rails now , and I shall try to remain there . Well , it was nearly six o'clock , and evening was just creeping in when we drew up in Bradfield Station . The first thing I saw when I looked out of the window was Cullingworth , exactly the same as ever , striding in his jerky way down the platform , his coat flying open , his chin thrust forward -LRB- he is the most under-hung man I have ever seen -RRB- , and his great teeth all gleaming , like a good-natured blood-hound . He roared with delight when he saw me , wrung my hand , and slapped me enthusiastically upon the shoulder . `` My dear chap ! ''