seven o'clock
`` But if I were you , I 'd like to have heard what awaited the knight in the tapestried chamber of the castle tower ! '' To the zest of the amateur , Blake added knowledge of a practical kind in the arrangement of household gods , and long ere the February dusk had fallen , the fifth-floor _ appartement _ had assumed a certain homeliness . True , much of the ` old iron , ' as he termed the coppers and brasses for which Max had bartered in the rue André de Sarte , still encumbered the floor , and most of the windows cried aloud for covering ; but the little _ salon _ was habitable , and in the bedroom once occupied by Madame Salas a bed and a dressing-table stood forth , fresh and enticing enough to suggest a lady 's chamber , while over the high window white serge curtains shut out the cold . At seven o'clock , having torn the canvas wrappings from the last chair , the two workers paused in their labors by common consent and looked at each other by the uncertain light of half a dozen candles stuck into bowls and vases in various corners of the _ salon _ . `` Boy , '' said Blake , breaking what had been a long silence , `` I tell you what it is , you 're done ! Take a warm by the fire for a minute , while I tub under the kitchen tap , then we 'll fare forth for a meal and a breath of air ! '' Max , who had worked with fierce zeal if little knowledge , made no protest .