half past six o’clock
Priscilla winked at him . He returned the salutation with a stare which was intended to convince her that winking was a particularly vicious kind of bad form . Miss Lentaigne , as Priscilla noticed , sat with two treatises on Christian Science in her hand . Priscilla , returning without her father at half past six o'clock , found Frank sitting alone under the lime tree . He was in a singularly chastened mood and inclined to be companionable and friendly , even with a girl of no more than fifteen years old . `` I say , Priscilla , '' he said , `` is that old aunt of yours quite mad ? '' There was something in the way he expressed himself which delighted Priscilla .