five o'clock
Her father 's sleep , and our consequent isolation , made me ill at ease . She , too , seemed so careless of my presence , so far away in dreamland , that I had to await opportunity , or rather her leave , to recall her from it . Finally she broke the silence herself . A little beyond Monza she drew closer her shawl , that the night wind had ruffled , and bent over toward me : `` You must excuse my father ; he is rather tired this evening , for he has been on his feet since five o'clock . '' `` The day has been so hot , too , Mademoiselle , and the medals ` came not in single spies , but in battalions ' ; he has a right to sleep after the battle . '' `` Dear old father ! You gave him a real treat , for which he will always be obliged to you . ''