five o'clock
I seemed to hear a moan ; it came through the door of the large attic adjoining the one in which I stood , and then I heard a voice that seemed familiar to me , and yet I could not recall it . It was repeating in a loud , agonised tone the words of that curse written on the parchment scroll which I picked up on Raxton sands . I was so astonished that for a long time I could think of nothing else . ` At five o'clock I was going towards the studio to keep my appointment when I met Mr. D'Arcy in his broad-brimmed felt hat , ready and waiting for me to take the proposed walk with him . ` Oh , what a lovely afternoon it was ! A Welsh afternoon could not have been lovelier . In fact , it carried my mind back here .