half past six
Come over here and sit down . '' Ardita took a carved jade case from her pocket , extracted a cigarette and lit it with a conscious coolness , though she knew her hand was trembling a little ; then she crossed over with her supple , swinging walk , and sitting down in the other settee blew a mouthful of smoke at the awning . `` You ca n't get me off this yacht , '' she raid steadily ; `` and you have n't got very much sense if you think you 'll get far with it . My uncle 'll have wirelesses zigzagging all over this ocean by half past six . '' `` Hm . '' She looked quickly at his face , caught anxiety stamped there plainly in the faintest depression of the mouth 's corners . `` It 's all the same to me , '' she said , shrugging her shoulders . ''