Five o'clock
`` The gods are mindful of me ! '' he said , his blood leaping quick . `` Now is the time ripe , and the opportunity come ! '' Looking at the sun , he fixed the hour , and reflected : `` Five o'clock -- she is on the wall . Six o'clock -- she is still there . Half after six -- making up her mind to go home . Oh , but the air will be sweet , and the sea lovely !