five o’clock
`` I must positively get leave to go on shore this evening , '' he says , while I endeavor to shake myself awake , `` if it is only to help you to dismantle and pack up . '' He gazes through my port-hole , raising his glance toward the green summits , in the direction of Diou-djen-dji and our echoing old cottage , hidden from us by a turn of the mountain . It is very nice of him to wish to help me in my packing ; but I think he counts also upon saying farewell to his little Japanese friends up there , and I really can not find fault with that . He finishes his work , and does in fact obtain leave , without help from me , to go on shore at five o'clock , after drill and manoeuvres . As for myself I start at once , in a hired sampan . In the vast flood of midday sunshine , to the quivering noise of the cicalas , I mount to Diou-djen-dji . The paths are solitary , the plants are drooping in the heat .