six o'clock
We parted at St Leonard 's Hill . `` In the forenoon nothing was talked of in the city but Captain Ogilvie 's duel ; and it had become a party question . The Whigs had one version of the cause of quarrel , the Tories another , I gave no ear to either ; but was rejoiced to learn that the captain was not dead , although his life was despaired of . `` It was now past six o'clock -- the quarter had chimed upon the clock of St Giles . I had my hand on the latch to go once more to the captain 's , to know how he continued since my last inquiry , when the rasp was gently moved . I opened the door , and your mother staggered into my arms , pale as death , and swooned away . With difficulty Mary and I restored her to consciousness .