six o'clock
I have never seen him since he left me in anger on the day I begged off from marrying him . Really , darling , it was more like begging off than refusing . '' But little more was said on the subject , and presently afterward the two went up stairs to dress for dinner . Punctually at six o'clock Mr. Rockharrt returned . And the evening passed as on the preceding day , with this addition to its attractions : Mrs. Stillwater went to the piano and played and sang many of Mr. Rockharrt 's favorite songs -- the old fashioned songs of his youth -- Tom Moore 's Irish melodies , Robert Burns ' Scotch ballads , and a miscellaneous assortment of English ditties -- all of which were before Rose 's time , but which she had learned from old Mrs. Rockharrt 's ancient music books during her first residence at Rockhold , that she might please the Iron King by singing them . Surely the siren left nothing untried to please her patron and benefactor . When he complained of fatigue and bade the two women good night , she started and lighted his wax candle and gave it to him .