about four o'clock
You see ! Oh , how I hate women ! '' After lunch , at Chuzenji , all the world goes to sleep . It awakes at about four o'clock , when the white sails come gliding out of the green bays like swans . They greet , or avoid . They run side by side for the length of a puff of breeze . They coquet with one another like butterflies ; or they head for one of those hidden beaches which are the principal charm of the lake , where baskets are unpacked and cakes and sandwiches appear , where dry sticks are gathered for a rustic fire , and after an hour or more of anxious stoking the kettle boils .