six o’clock
`` I would a thousand times rather apply to a stranger . Perhaps we still have friends , even if they are only among the poor . '' And resolved to beg , David continued his walk , leaning on the arm of Abishag ; the old mendicant king went from door to door , leaning on the shoulder of the loving subject whose youth was now his only support . It was almost six o'clock ; the heat had abated ; the narrow streets were filling with people ; and in this populous quarter where they were loved , they were everywhere greeted with smiles . Something of pity was mingled with the admiration they awakened , for every one knew of their ruin . But they seemed of a nobler beauty than before , he all white , she all blond , pressing close to each other in their misfortune . They seemed more united , more one with each other than ever ; holding their heads erect , proud of their glorious love , though touched by misfortune ; he shaken , while she , with a courageous heart , sustained him .