about seven in the evening
_ Manpur , March 9 _ . Now we are in a different place . At least it has a different name and is a day 's journey from Bantale , but it looks exactly the same . We left Baratah yesterday morning and got in and out of trains all day until about seven in the evening we got out finally at Manpur . I had a dreadful cold , and was sniffy and inclined to be cross ; so when Boggley suggested we should dine in the waiting-room while Autolycus and the _ chuprassis _ went on with the luggage to acquaint the dâk-bungalow people of our arrival , I upbraided him for not making proper arrangements , and reviled the meagre repast , and was altogether very unpleasant . When we reached our destination we found Autolycus prancing distractedly . `` This , '' he said to Boggley , `` is what comes of making no bundabust . ''