five
o’clock
Two ladies got out ; they were dressed in evening costume , and were returning from a ball . One was middle-aged , the other young and rather pretty . They stood for a moment on the pavement , the younger saying : `` Is n't it pleasant , mother ? I wish I could always be up at five o'clock . '' `` My dear , you would n't like it for long , '' answered the elder . `` It 's very nice for a change , but -- '' She stopped abruptly . Her eye had fallen on Rudolf Rassendyll .