about seven o'clock
Grindhusen finishes his painting the following afternoon , but agrees to go on cutting wood till six o'clock to make up a full day 's work . I get out Gunhild 's boat and go off fishing , so as not to be there when he leaves . I catch no fish , and it is cold sitting in the boat ; I look at my watch again and again . At last , about seven o'clock : he must be gone by now , I say to myself , and I row home . Grindhusen has got over to the mainland , and calls across to me from there : _ `` Farvel ! '' _ Something thrilled me warmly at the word ; it was like a calling from my youth , from Skreia , from days a generation gone . I row across to him and ask : `` Can you dig that well all alone ? ''