five o'clock
Ravenel sighed , and laid the magazine down . `` All right , '' said Sammy , cheerfully , `` we 'll have it next time . I 'll be off now . Got a date at five o'clock . '' He took a last look at the shaded green garden and left , whistling in an off key an untuneful air from a roofless farce comedy . The next afternoon Ravenel , while polishing a ragged line of a new sonnet , reclined by the window overlooking the besieged garden of the unmercenary baron . Suddenly he sat up , spilling two rhymes and a syllable or two .