six o'clock
she cried , frankly ; `` it 's delicious ! But hurry and block in the legs , why do n't you ? '' `` Next pose , '' said the young man , squeezing out more color . And so the afternoon wore away , and at six o'clock Gethryn threw down his brushes with a long-drawn breath . `` That 's all for today . Now , Elise , when can you give me the next pose ? I do n't want a week at a time on this ; I only want a day now and then . ''