six o'clock
She could only look helplessly into his eyes . From the rumble Turk saw nothing , neither did he hear . Prince Ugo Ravorelli was not , that day , the only one whose coming to Brussels was of interest to Quentin . Dickey Savage came in from Ostend and was waiting at the Bellevue when he walked in soon after six o'clock . Mr. Savage found a warm welcome from the tall young man who had boldly confiscated several hours that belonged properly to the noble bridegroom , and it was not long until , dinner over , he was lolling back in a chair in Quentin 's room , his feet cocked on the window sill , listening with a fair and increasing show of interest to the confidences his friend was pouring forth . `` So you deliberately drove off and left the prince , eh ? And she did n't sulk or call you a nasty , horrid beast ?