six in
the morning
They were the steps of Mr. Emblem himself . He was fully dressed , with his usual care and neatness , his black silk stock buckled behind , and his white hair brushed . `` Ah , Mr. Arbuthnot , '' he said cheerfully , `` you are early this morning ! '' as if it was quite a usual thing for his friends to look in at six in the morning . `` You are going down to the shop , Mr. Emblem ? '' `` Yes , certainly -- to the shop . Pray come with me . ''