about six o'clock
`` Where 'd he get money ? '' Evelyn said . Julia , following an uncomfortable impulse , went to the window in the close little parlour and looked out into the street . It was about six o'clock , and still broad day . The wind had died down , but the street was dirty , and the glaring light of the sinking sun fell full on the faces of the home-going stream of men and women . Julia 's quick eye found Chester instantly . He had loitered no farther than the corner , a hundred feet away , and was standing there , irresolute , stooped , still wearing his look of vague bewilderment .