three o’clock
There was silence again . Biffen did not move his eyes from the deathly mask ; in a minute or two he saw a smile soften its lineaments , and Reardon again spoke : ` How often you and I have quoted it ! -- `` We are such stuff as dreams are made on , and our -- ``' The remaining words were indistinguishable , and , as if the effort of utterance had exhausted him , his eyes closed , and he sank into lethargy . When he came down from his bedroom on the following morning , Biffen was informed that his friend had died between two and three o'clock . At the same time he received a note in which Amy requested him to come and see her late in the afternoon . He spent the day in a long walk along the eastward cliffs ; again the sun shone brilliantly , and the sea was flecked with foam upon its changing green and azure . It seemed to him that he had never before known solitude , even through all the years of his lonely and sad existence .