six o'clock
`` Well , then , you must go without me . Flower shows always bore me to death . '' This was a voice that had not died out of the blind man 's ears since yesterday ; Lady Gwendolen 's , of course . It added that its owner must finish her letter , or it would miss the six o'clock post and not catch the mail ; which would have , somehow , some disastrous result . Then said her mother 's voice , she should have written it before . Then justification and refutation , and each voice said its say with a difference -- more of expounding , explaining -- with a result like in Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha 's mountainous fugue , that one of them , Gwen 's , stood out all the stiffer hence . No doubt you know your Browning .