five o'clock
How much must we sorrow that it has so often proved only the easiest mode of bringing the miseries of war to the doors of the unoffending ! Yet men are never weary of sailing to and fro upon it , and most of the cities of the present time are upon its shore . And in the evening we walk by the beach , and from the rising grounds look over the waters , as if to gaze upon their loveliness were reward to us for the labour of the day . On a bright May morning , the sunlight , at five o'clock , was pouring into a room which face the east at the ancestral home of the Aquilas . In this room Felix , the eldest of the three sons of the Baron , was sleeping . The beams passed over his head , and lit up a square space on the opposite whitewashed wall , where , in the midst of the brilliant light , hung an ivory cross . There were only two panes of glass in the window , each no more than two or three inches square , the rest of the window being closed by strong oaken shutters , thick enough to withstand the stroke of an arrow .