six o’clock
He was so happy , so full of hope ! He was forming plans for the future -- a year , two years of life . And this morning , at four o'clock , he had the first attack , and he sent for me . He saw at once that he was doomed , but he expected to last until six o'clock , to live long enough to see you again . But the disease progressed too rapidly . He described its progress to me , minute by minute , like a professor in the dissecting room . He died with your name upon his lips , calm , but full of anguish , like a hero . ''