five o'clock
`` He 's not going to take his meals here , is he ? '' `` I do n't think he expects that , '' I said , `` for Mrs. Locky only spoke of lodging . '' `` Oh , well , '' said Jone , looking as if his clouds was clearing off a little , `` I do n't suppose it will matter to us if that room is occupied over Sunday , but I think the next time I go out for a stroll I 'll take you with me . '' I did n't go out that afternoon , and sat on pins and needles until half-past five o'clock . Jone wanted me to walk with him , but I would n't do it , because I did n't want our lodger to come here and be received by Miss Pondar . At half-past five there came a cart with the gentleman 's luggage , as they call it here , and I was glad Jone was n't at home . There was an enormous leather portmanteau which looked as if it had been dragged by a boy too short to lift it from the ground , half over the world ; a hat-box , also of leather , but not so draggy looking ; a bundle of canes and umbrellas , a leather dressing-case , and a flat , round bathing-tub .