half past six
I hate him : it 's bad enough to be a tyrant ; but to be a tyrant and a hypocrite , too , is horrible . Well , at any rate he sha n't lord it over me ; '' and so at last Ned dropped off to sleep . He was still soundly asleep when Bill Swinton came in to wake him . It was half past six , a dull October morning , with a dreary drizzling rain . Bill brought with him a mug of hot tea and some thick slices of bread and butter . Ned got up and shook himself . `` What o'clock is it , Bill ? ''