six o'clock
Doctor Keltridge , sitting in the window seat beside Opdyke , swung his heels like a boy , in gleeful recollection . `` Of course , it was _ sotto voce _ , as it were , for he 's the king pin of the Christian Science row , and it never would do to let it get about . When I got there , I found him all doubled up with asthma , wheezing like a grampus . ` Damn it , man , ' he said , as soon as he caught a glimpse of me ; ` I 've been praying since six o'clock , and I 'm getting worse , every minute ! Give me something , quick , or I shall die . ' '' And then the doctor went off into a roar of laughter over this latest victory of medicine . `` He came out all right ? ''