six o'clock
She made a sound in her throat , but it was not articulate . Harsanyi took one of her hands and kissed it lightly upon the back . His salute was one of greeting , not of farewell , and it was for some one he had never seen . When Mrs. Harsanyi came in at six o'clock , she found her husband sitting listlessly by the window . `` Tired ? '' she asked . `` A little .