about nine o’clock
It is good to grow to womanhood -LRB- or manhood -RRB- without losing a child 's capacity for spontaneous enjoyment , -- to be capable of joy without knowing the reason why , to be flooded with enthusiasm for one knows not what . It was our lady 's luck to possess this charm , and to be able to give herself up wholly to the end in view , and drink its glass to the dregs , -- which in her life had generally proved to be sugar and to be almost as good as the liquid , -- only requiring a spoon . The concert , as is the way with summer concerts , was so arranged as to be easily varied with something cool and refreshing ; and when her escort suggested that they should do as all the others did , a table was found , and they sat down to ices and fairy cakes , amid the flowers and colored lights . It was about nine o'clock , and Rosina , in spite of the environments , was beginning to realize forcibly that more interesting men than the one before her undoubtedly did exist , when the ice that she was putting in her mouth suddenly seemed to glide the full length of her spine , giving her a terrible sensation of frozen fright . She had just heard somebody behind her speaking in German to the _ garçon _ , and German , French , or English , that voice was unmistakable . How , what , or why she knew not , but _ he _ was surely there behind her , and the instant after he passed close at her side . Of course it was Von Ibn , and the look that he gave her as he bowed , and walked on at once , dyed her face as deeply as ever a face was dyed in all the world before .