six o'clock
Even on Sebastian 's pale face , usually so unmoved , save by the watchful eagerness of scientific curiosity , I saw signs of anxiety . After four hours of profound slumber -- breath hovering , as it seemed , between life and death -- she began to come to again . In half an hour more she was wide awake ; she opened her eyes and asked for a glass of hock , with beef essence or oysters . That evening , by six o'clock , she was quite well and able to go about her duties as usual . `` Sebastian is a wonderful man , '' I said to her , as I entered her ward on my rounds at night . `` His coolness astonishes me . Do you know , he watched you all the time you were lying asleep there as if nothing were the matter . ''