six o'clock
Now I go mine . '' He commenced to turn the leaves of his ponderous note-book , and after Maurice had stood for some few minutes , listening to Beyerlein trip and stumble through Mozart , he felt that , for this day at least , he could put up with no more , and left the class . Shaking all disagreeable impressions from him , he sped through the fading light of the September afternoon . This was the time -- it was six o'clock -- at which he could rejoin Louise with a free mind . It was the exception for him to go earlier , or at other hours ; but , did he chance to go , no matter when , she met him in the same way -- sprang towards him from the window , where she had been sitting or standing , with her eyes on the street . `` I believe you watch for me all day long , '' he said to her once . On this particular afternoon , when he had used much the same words to her , she put back her head and looked up at him , with a pale , unsmiling face .