ten o'clock
The mantelshelf in the bedroom still bore stains from the medicine bottles which consoled the final hours of the last tenant , a man about whom a curious story was told . It seems that he found a West End anchorage there , not when he had retired , but when he was in the very prime of life . He never told anyone that he was single ; at the same time he never told anyone he was married . He just came and rented those three rooms , and there his man brought him his tea at ten o'clock every morning for thirty years . Then he dressed himself and went round to the Devonshire , in St. James 's Street , and there remained till closing time , at two o'clock , every morning for thirty years . When his club closed in the dog-days for repairs he went to the club which received him . He never went out of town .