six o'clock
Charlotte , Charlotte ! farewell , farewell ! '' A neighbour saw the flash , and heard the report of the pistol ; but , as everything remained quiet , he thought no more of it . In the morning , at six o'clock , the servant went into Werther 's room with a candle . He found his master stretched upon the floor , weltering in his blood , and the pistols at his side . He called , he took him in his arms , but received no answer . Life was not yet quite extinct .