nine
o'clock
He had put her into such an ill humor that when she came out , two hours later , her stormy brow , her gleaming hazel eyes showed she was `` looking for trouble . '' He was still breakfastless -- he well knew how to manipulate his weaknesses so that his purposes could cow them , could even use them . He answered her lowering glance with a flash of his blue-green eyes like lightning from the dark head of a thunder-cloud . `` Do you know it is nine o'clock ? '' demanded he . `` So early ? I try to get up late so that the days wo n't seem so long . ''