nearly six o'clock
Charles Wilbraham towered , with his hateful rightness , before Henry 's drowsy eyes -LRB- how long it was since he had slept ! -RRB- , and he slipped for a moment into a dream , the straw falling from his mouth . He woke with a start , hastily ate a meringue , called for his bill , and looked at his watch . It was nearly six o'clock . In half an hour the steamer would start for Monet . Well , that at least would be interesting . Henry was all for getting what joy he could out of this uneven life .