six o'clock
On the morning , before he left , he wished the nurse good-bye with a false heartiness and handed her , breezily , a cheque . He would see her no more , God be thanked ! When he came home that evening his place would be his own , his wife his own , the baby their own ; there would be no stranger intruding upon their snug intimacy . Osborn 's heart was light when , at six o'clock , he put his latchkey into the keyhole and entered ; he gave the long , low coo-ee which recalled old glad days , and Marie emerged from the kitchen , finger on mouth . `` Hush , do n't wake him ! '' `` Is he in bed ? '' `` Nurse stayed to put him to bed before she left . ''