five o'clock in the afternoon
_ Connais pas _ , '' said Rorie . `` I 've read some of Shakespeare 's plays , of course , but not all . He wrote too much . '' It was five o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at Les Tourelles . They had loitered a little in those sunny lanes , stopping to look seaward through a gap in the hedge , or to examine a fern which was like the ferns of Hampshire . They had such a world of lovers ' nonsense to say to each other , such confessions of past unhappiness , such schemes of future bliss . `` I 'm afraid you 'll never like Briarwood as well as the Abbey House , '' said Rorie humbly .