five o’clock
`` Poor Cynthia is quite frightened , '' said Mrs. Cavendish in a low clear voice . She herself , I noticed , was dressed in her white land smock . Then it must be later than I thought . I saw that a faint streak of daylight was showing through the curtains of the windows , and that the clock on the mantelpiece pointed to close upon five o'clock . A strangled cry from the bed startled me . A fresh access of pain seized the unfortunate old lady . The convulsions were of a violence terrible to behold .