five o'clock
He looked at her . `` You his daughter ? '' `` No , I 'm a friend . '' `` Oh -- then -- he died at five o'clock -- an hour ago . '' He looked up -- saw her eyes -- only her eyes . They were a deep violet now , large , shining with tragic softness -- like the eyes of an angel that has lost its birthright through no fault of its own . He turned hastily away , awed , terrified , ashamed of himself .