five o'clock
He had risen also . Their eyes met again , and they smiled at each other , as they realized what they were doing , that they had been nearly an hour together , unknown to any one , and had arranged something very like a clandestine meeting for the next day . Sabina put out her hand . `` At five o'clock , '' she said again . `` Good-night . '' He felt her touch for the first time since they had met . It was light and elastic as the pressure of a very delicate spring , perfectly balanced and controlled .