six o'clock
The May afternoon wore on , the slanting lines of the red sunset flamed in the tree-tops , and shed its reflected glory on the placid water . The hum of evening bustle came up from the village drowsily ; and Doctor Danton , laying down his line , looked at his watch . `` Are you asleep , Stanford ? Do you know it is six o'clock ? '' `` By George ! '' said Reginald , starting up . `` I had no idea it was so late .