four o'clock
The distant gleams upon the sea spoke to her . She fancied them voices rising out of the dream of the waters , voices from the breast of nature that was the breast of God , saying that she was not in error , that God did mean men to be happy , that they could be happy if they would learn of Him . She watched those gleams until she fell asleep . When Hermione woke it was four o'clock . She sat up on the rug , looked down over the mountain flank to the sea , then turned and saw her husband . He was lying with his face half buried in his folded arms . `` Maurice ! ''