Sunday evening, six o'clock
`` I said Romford , did n't I ? '' retorted the raw-boned lady , tartly . `` What -- what time do you expect her in ? '' `` Sunday evening , six o'clock , '' replied the raw-boned lady . Johnny looked at the raw-boned lady , imagined himself telling the raw - boned lady the simple , unvarnished truth , and the raw-boned lady 's utter disbelief of every word of it . An inspiration came to his aid . `` I am Mr. Bulstrode 's sister , '' said Johnny meekly ; `` he 's expecting me . ''