six o'clock
Starting life in the Royal Engineers , he still preserved something of a military look about his figure , and grave visage with steady eyes and drooping moustache -LRB- both a shade grayer than those of Felix -RRB- , and a forehead bald from justness and knowing where to lay his hand on papers . His face was thinner , his head narrower , than his brother 's , and he had acquired a way of making those he looked at doubt themselves and feel the sudden instability of all their facts . He was -- as has been said -- thinking . His brother Stanley had wired to him that morning : `` Am motoring up to-day on business ; can you get Felix to come at six o'clock and talk over the position at Tod 's ? '' What position at Tod 's ? He had indeed heard something vague -- of those youngsters of Tod 's , and some fuss they were making about the laborers down there . He had not liked it .