six o'clock
Julia had demanded on this occasion , presenting herself indignantly to them , and looking in her black velvet and white lace like a round-eyed child . She thought of that happy moment this afternoon , with a little chill at her heart . For there was no doubt that Jim had blue devils now . When she came back to her stateroom at six o'clock , he was already there , flung across the bed , his arms locked under his head , his sombre eyes on the ceiling , where green water-lights were playing . `` Jim , do n't you feel well , dear ? '' `` Perfectly well , thank you ! '' Jim said coldly .