five o'clock
He could not decide . At any rate the scene impressed him . The bigness of the plain , the summons , the silence , the utter absence of an expression of reproof or regret -- of any comment whatever . At five o'clock he arose , and sat down in his dressing-gown at Lois 's very untidy and very small writing-desk , and wrote a letter on her notepaper . The early morning was lovely ; it was celestial . `` DEAR DAVIDS , '' the letter began . -- That would annoy the fellow , who liked the address respectful .