five o'clock
`` Play me false , you hound , and I 'll kill you , '' he almost hissed ; and , half beside himself with pain and rage , the jockey gasped brokenly : `` Stop ! stop ! I 'll do it . '' It was just five o'clock when Lady Constance and Leroy returned from their ride . During the course of it Adrien had realised something of his cousin 's beauty of character , as well as of face . Until that day he had only regarded her as a younger sister , pretty , perhaps , in a quiet , retiring way , but nothing more . Now , as he lifted her down from the saddle , he could have bent and reverently kissed the little foot that lodged so lightly in the stirrup .