six o'clock
You imagine how poor Mrs. Weston enjoyed life in an icy atmosphere , the temperature of which she was not permitted to notice . Such were their relations when the final blow fell upon them . They dined late in the Lincoln Inn Fields . It was as much as six o'clock and they were still at table -- as jovial as usual . The butler came to Alison with an elaborate whispering . `` Pray him come up , '' she said aloud , and looked defiance down the table at Harry . `` It is Mr. Waverton . ''