five o'clock
this -- this thing was his ! ========================= titlepage3 -LRB- 37K -RRB- frontis3 -LRB- 120K -RRB- THE FORSYTE SAGA -- VOLUME III . By John Galsworthy Through the massive skylight illuminating the hall at Robin Hill , the July sunlight at five o'clock fell just where the broad stairway turned ; and in that radiant streak little Jon Forsyte stood , blue-linen-suited . His hair was shining , and his eyes , from beneath a frown , for he was considering how to go downstairs , this last of innumerable times , before the car brought his father and mother home . Four at a time , and five at the bottom ? Stale !