five o'clock
In his heart he spurned the idea . Country ? Up went his chin , God bless his soul , the whole locality stank of docks and offices . The array of dogcarts daily drawn up outside the little station , in punctual awaiting of the five o'clock train , betrayed the business atmosphere . As Leonore did not see it , well , well . Nay , all the better -- `` Do n't , for Heaven 's sake , any of you unsettle her , '' ordered he , aside . `` She 's in precious snug quarters , and has the wit to know it . ''