five o'clock
The house was still , and very hot . All the afternoon young Sam lay upon his bed turning the pages of _ The Wealth of Nations _ , and brooding over his failures : he could not make Mrs. Richie love him ; he could not write a great drama ; he could not add up a column of figures ; he could not understand his father 's rages at unimportant things ; `` and nobody cares a continental whether I am dead or alive ! -- except mother , '' he ended ; and his face softened . At five o'clock he reminded himself that he must go up to The Top for supper . But it was nearly six before he had energy enough to rise . The fact was , he shrank from telling his grandfather that the drama was no longer in existence . He had been somewhat rudely rebuffed by the only person who had looked at his manuscript , and had promptly torn the play up and scattered the fragments out of the window of his boarding-house .