six o'clock
This eaten , he began once more to pace up and down , to pour words out into the silence , and to drive his squeaking quill . So was being written a book such as the world had never seen ! But the girl who came so moodily to bring him refreshment , and went so moodily away , never in these days caught a glimpse of that which she was seeking . Since the morning when he had left her abruptly , Hilary had made a point of being out in the afternoons and not returning till past six o'clock . By this device he put off facing her and himself , for he could no longer refuse to see that he had himself to face . In the few minutes of utter silence when the girl sat beside him , magnetic , quivering with awakening force , he had found that the male in him was far from dead . It was no longer vague , sensuous feeling ; it was warm , definite desire .