five o’clock
... Do you ? '' He was silent ; he stood looking at her in a stupid sort of way . After a moment or two she rose , picked up her hat , went to the glass and pinned it on , then strolled slowly back , drawing on her gloves . `` It 's five o'clock , you know , Drene . '' `` Yes , certainly . '' `` Do you want me to-morrow ? '' `` Yes .