five o'clock
John Rowe brought Owen 's little trunk all the way from the `` Green Dragon '' on his own broad shoulders , and deposited it at Paul Kelson , Fluke and Company 's office . Having done so he hurried off , not wishing to be thanked , and considering there was not much advantage to be gained by another parting with his young friend . Owen , however , was disappointed , when he found that his box had arrived , that he had missed seeing John . The instant five o'clock struck , Simon Fluke came out of his office , and directing one of his porters to bring along the boy 's trunk , took Owen by the hand , and having tucked a thick cotton umbrella under his other arm , led him out . They trudged along through numerous dirty streets and alleys , teeming with a ragged and unkempt population , and redolent of unsavoury odours , until they emerged into a wide thoroughfare . `` Call a coach , boy ! '' said Mr Fluke , the first words he had spoken since he had left the office .