five o'clock
For the moment she hated politics . She closed the window and wrote the following letter : -- DEAR MR. NORTH , -- I am home , you see . Do n't reply and tell me that the Tariff Bill surrounds you like a fortress wall . I am going for a walk at five o'clock on Saturday morning , and I expect to meet you somewhere in the forest above the north end of the lake . You can reach it by the path on your side . I shall row there . Do not labour over an excuse , my friend .