Five o'clock
I am going away to forget you . '' `` Oh , no , you 're not . You 're coming to see me to-morrow . Five o'clock at the very latest , hear ? '' `` I 'm afraid you will have to excuse me . '' `` You would n't break my heart like that for anything , Gerald Fane ! You would n't let the foolish doings of this day destroy all the months have built up !