five in the afternoon
At twenty-five they had broken high above his head , and the surge was ever in his ears . He was not acutely miserable : his health was too perfect , his appetite too good . But deeper and deeper each week did he bury his perplexed head in the social folk-lore of New York and Newport . Oftener and oftener during the city season did he promenade central Fifth Avenue from half-past four until half-past five in the afternoon of pleasant days . He lived for the hour which would find him sauntering from Forty-first Street to the Park and back again . He knew all the fashionable men and women by sight . There was no one to tell him their names , but the names themselves were more familiar than the rows of figures in his books down-town .