six o'clock
Dark Rosaleen has made trouble often enough between nearer and dearer than Larry and his young cousin . She will send brothers to fight each other to the changing music of her harp , crowned and uncrowned ; she will gather her sons under the sign of the Cross , and encourage them to hate one another for the love of God . This was only a trivial bit of mischief hardly worthy of our attention , were it not that it had its share in the macadamising of that jungle road in which , as is frequent in such routes , the preliminary labour had been undertaken by an elephant , under the direction of a skilful mahout . It was dark when the news came to Cluhir , six o'clock of a wet night . The counting of the votes had taken place elsewhere , and the word was to come by wire . Barty and Larry , with others of the rival `` Commy-tees , '' had hung about between the post-office , and their respective offices , and houses of call , all day . Many drinks had been drunk , many bets been laid ; before the news came through , Larry 's proclaimed indifference as to the result had worn so thin as to be imperceptible .