about four
o'clock
My dear , we 're living in the nineteenth century , and the days of fond shepherds and languishing shepherdesses are past ! '' Thelma laughed too , and felt soon ashamed of her depression . The figure of Violet Vere now and then danced before her like a mocking will-o ' - the-wisp -- but her pride forbade her to mention this , -- the actual source of all her vague troubles . She left Mrs. Lorimer 's house , which was near Holland Park , about four o'clock , and as she was passing Church Street , Kensington , she bade her coachman drive up to the Carmelite Church there , familiarly known as the `` Carms . '' She entered the sacred edifice , where the service of Benediction was in progress ; and , kneeling down , she listened to the exquisite strains of the solemn music that pealed through those dim and shadowy aisles , and a sense of the most perfect peace settled soothingly on her soul . Clasping her gentle hands , she prayed with innocent and heart-felt earnestness -- not for herself , -- never for herself , -- but always , always for that dear , most dear one , for whom every beat of her true heart was a fresh vow of undying and devoted affection . `` Dear God ! ''