nine o'clock
At half-past five there came a cart with the gentleman 's luggage , as they call it here , and I was glad Jone was n't at home . There was an enormous leather portmanteau which looked as if it had been dragged by a boy too short to lift it from the ground , half over the world ; a hat-box , also of leather , but not so draggy looking ; a bundle of canes and umbrellas , a leather dressing-case , and a flat , round bathing-tub . I had the things taken up to the room as quickly as I could , for if Jone had seen them he 'd think the gentleman was going to bring his family with him . It was nine o'clock and still broad daylight when Mr. Poplington himself came , carrying a fishing-rod put up in parts in a canvas bag , a fish-basket , and a small valise . He wore leather leggings and was about sixty years old , but a wonderful good walker . I thought , when I saw him coming , that he had no rheumatism whatever , but I found out afterward that he had a little in one of his arms . He had white hair and white side-whiskers and a fine red face , which made me think of a strawberry partly covered with Devonshire clotted cream .