eight o'clock
Do not make it more impossible to bear than it already is . '' But he was silent with pain . A mad , reckless revolt at fate flooded all his being . It was past eight o'clock now , and when they came to the soothing gloom of the dark firs he crushed her in his arms , and a great sob broke from him and rent her heart . `` My darling , my darling ! Good-bye , '' he said , brokenly . `` You have taught me all that life means ; all that it can hold of pleasure and pain .