six o'clock
They parted , while the storm still ran high , and through the empty corridor , when it was lulled , a voice rolled steadily on from the Grey Boom . When it suddenly ceased , an hour before dawn , the storm had already begun to sink , and through a rack of flying and breaking cloud the `` Hunter '' wheeled westerly to his setting . Despite the storm , Sir Walter slept through the night , and did not waken until his man drew the blinds upon a dawn sky so clear that it seemed washed of its blue . He had directed to be wakened at six o'clock . `` What of Mr. May ? '' he asked . `` Masters wants to know if we shall call him , Sir Walter . ''