six o'clock
Christine and Sidney had been children when he went to Vienna , and since his return he had hardly noticed them . Society , always kind to single men of good appearance and easy good manners , had taken him up . He wore dinner or evening clothes five nights out of seven , and was supposed by his conservative old neighbors to be going the pace . The rumor had been fed by Mrs. Rosenfeld , who , starting out for her day 's washing at six o'clock one morning , had found Dr. Max 's car , lamps lighted , and engine going , drawn up before the house door , with its owner asleep at the wheel . The story traveled the length of the Street that day . `` Him , '' said Mrs. Rosenfeld , who was occasionally flowery , `` sittin ' up as straight as this washboard , and his silk hat shinin ' in the sun ; but exceptin ' the car , which was workin ' hard and gettin ' nowhere , the whole outfit in the arms of Morpheus . '' Mrs. Lorenz , whose day it was to have Mrs. Rosenfeld , and who was unfamiliar with mythology , gasped at the last word .