about half past six
I am going to tea with a friend of mine called Cass Dale who lives in Nancepean , and so I must stop now . With love , I remain , Your loving nephew , Mark . And then the pen must needs go and drop a blot like a balloon right over his name , so that the whole letter had to be copied out again before his mother would say that she was satisfied , by which time the yellow sky was dun and the magpies were gone to rest . Mark left the Dales about half past six , and was accompanied by Cass to the brow of Pendhu . At this point Cass declined to go any farther in spite of Mark 's reminder that this would be one of the last walks they would take together , if it were not absolutely the very last . `` No , '' said Cass . `` I would n't come up from Church Cove myself not for anything . ''