five o'clock
Good boy -- good boy ! He lives in Lisbon , in the Ghetto off the Street of the Four Evangelists . '' He laughed , high up in his nose , at my discomfiture . `` If you ever meet him , mention my name : but first of all tell your master I shall expect him at five o'clock to-morrow morning . '' He wished me good night and shuffled away down the alley , still laughing at his joke . At five o'clock next morning , or a little before , Mr. Trapp and I started for the house . The Barbican had not yet awaked to business .