about four o'clock
Good-bye , dearest Ellen -- God bless you ! '' I left the room ; and , was it strange that after this conversation , I left town for Hampstead , carrying away with me a better opinion of Henry than I had ever had before ? Was it strange , too , that a vague hope arose in my heart , from the few words he had said , that my fate , with regard to Edward ; might not be hopelessly sealed , if at least the hateful vision of his dawning attachment to Rosa Moore did not realise itself ? Whether it was strange or not , the fact was so ; and , in such a state of mind , at about four o'clock , I drove out of London , and in a short time arrived at the gates of Mrs. Moore 's villa . Mark where she smiles with amiable cheer , And tell me , whereto can ye liken it ? When on each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in shade to sit , Liketh , it seemeth in my simple wit , Unto the first sunshine in summer 's day , That when a dreadful storm away is flit , Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray . SPENCER .