Five o'clock
Ecco ! '' From the lemon groves came the rattle of the approaching train . `` But -- but -- '' He caught at his watch , pulled it out . Five o'clock ! He had taken his hand from Maddalena 's , and now he made a movement as if to get up . But he did not get up . Instead , he pressed back against the olive-tree , upon whose trunk he was leaning , as if he wished to force himself into the gnarled wood of it .