six o'clock
There was also a dryness in its atmosphere which would probably have had an unpleasant effect upon anyone not used to it . The rancher , however , did not appear to feel it . He lay drowsily in a big hide chair , and his old velvet jacket and evening shoes were strangely out of harmony with his surroundings . Waynefleet made it a rule to dress for the six o'clock meal , which he persisted in calling dinner . He had disposed of a quantity of potatoes and apples at the settlement of late , and had now a really excellent cigar in his hand , while a little cup of the Mocha coffee , brought from Victoria for his especial use , stood on the table beside him . Waynefleet had cultivated tastes , and invariably gratified them , when it was possible , while it had not occurred to him that there was anything significant in the fact that his daughter confined herself to the acrid green tea provided by the settlement store . He never did notice a point of that kind , and , if anyone had ventured to call his attention to it , he would probably have been indignant as well as astonished .