six o'clock
Julia 's heart winced away from the thought of him as she herself might have shrunk from fire . She never forgave him . It was good to find Mark still enslaved , everything soothing and reassuring . When Julia left him , at her own door at six o'clock , she was her radiant , confident self again , and they kissed each other at parting like true lovers . To his eager demand for a promise Julia still returned a staid , `` Mama 'd be crazy , Mark . I ai n't sixteen yet ! '' but on this enchanted afternoon she had consented to linger , on Kearney Street , before the trays of rings in jewellers ' windows , and it was in the wildest spirits that Mark bounded on upstairs to his own apartment .