five o’clock
`` A promise ? '' he questioned , smiling awkwardly and looking furtively at the white arm , then very earnestly at the ink-stand beyond . `` Yes . Did n't you promise to do no work after five o'clock ? '' `` But this is merely pastime , '' he said , touching the paper , yet leaving it undisturbed beneath the fair weight that was pressing it down . `` My work is finished : you must have met Henry with the letters . '' `` No , I suppose he went through the woods ; we came on the hand-car .