seven o'clock
And yet I did not think he seemed very eager to catch it , as we went through the busy streets in the warmth of the evening , for it was hot , as it sometimes is in pleasant April , before the withering east winds of the `` merry month '' have come to devastate the land and sweep sickly people off the face of the earth . We went slowly through the moving crowds to the station , into the wartesaal , where he left me while he went to take my ticket . I sat in the same corner of the same sofa as before , and to this day I could enumerate every object in that wartesaal . It was after seven o'clock . The outside sky was still bright , but it was dusk in the waiting-room and under the shadow of the station . When `` Eugen Courvoisier '' came in again , I did not see his features so distinctly as lately in the cathedral . Again he sat down beside me , silently this time .