Six o'clock
But then : her eyes where the brows slid down to make them heavy-lidded . That bit of blue vein in the crotch of her elbow . That swany arch . Back somewhere , as the tidy morning wore in , the tranced , the maddening repetition began to tick itself through : `` Six o'clock . Six o'clock . '' He rushed out into the hallway and across to the parlor pinkly lit with velours , even through the rainy day , and so inflexibly calm . Sara might have measured the distance between the chairs , so regimental they stood .