the hour of five in the evening
Such a pleasant surprise for you , Sophy , my love ! '' said Mrs. Crane . In the kindliest natures there is a certain sensitiveness , which , when wounded , occasions the same pain , and bequeaths the same resentment , as mortified vanity or galled self-love . It is exactly that day week , towards the hour of five in the evening , Mr. Hartopp , alone in the parlour behind his warehouse , is locking up his books and ledgers preparatory to the return to his villa . There is a certain change in the expression of his countenance since we saw it last . If it be possible for Mr. Hartopp to look sullen , -- sullen he looks ; if it be possible for the Mayor of Gatesboro ' to be crestfallen , crestfallen he is . That smooth existence has surely received some fatal concussion , and has not yet recovered the shock .