five
o'clock
He 's a dear old fellow in spite of his rags , and he -- '' The window-sash flew open and the tormentors in the court below were astonished by the sound of a woman 's voice , coming , as it were , from the clouds . A dozen pairs of eyes were turned upward ; the commotion ended suddenly . In the window above stood two graceful , white-robed figures . The sun , still far below the ridge of mountains , had not yet robbed the morning of the gray , dewy shadows that belong to five o'clock . `` What are you doing to that poor old man ? '' cried Yetive , and it was the first time any of them had seen anger in the princess 's face . They slunk back in dismay .