six o'clock
`` And we shall pass in , '' said Garth Dalmain . The shadows silently lengthened on the lawn . The home-coming rooks circled and cawed around the tall elm trees . The sun-dial pointed to six o'clock . Myra Ingleby rose and stood with the slanting rays of the sun full in her eyes , her arms stretched over her head . The artist noted every graceful line of her willowy figure . `` Ah , bah ! ''