six o’clock
` And the other man ? Seemed a nice enough fellow ... ' inquired Conyngham . The General raised one gloved hand as if to fend off some approaching calamity . ` He died this morning -- at six o'clock . ' Conyngham looked down at this gentle soldier with a dawning light of comprehension . This might after all be the General Vincente whom he had been led to look upon as the fiercest of the Spanish Queen 's adherents . ` Of the same complaint ? '