about eight o'clock in the evening
You will not , you can not , oh , my darling ! deny me this one little request -- to see you again , although only for a few minutes . ` Your affectionate wife , ` KATE ' Compared with the fervid thoughts of her brain , these words appeared to her weak and poor , but feeling that for the moment , at least , she could not add to their intensity , she set out on her walk , hoping to find her husband at the theatre . It was about eight o'clock in the evening . A light , grey fog hung over the background of the streets , and the line of the housetops was almost lost in the morose shadows that fell from a soot-coloured sky . Here and there a chimney-stack or the sharp spire of a church tore the muslin-like curtains of descending mist ; and vague as the mist were her thoughts . The streets twisted , wriggling their luminous way through slime and gloom , whilst at every turning the broad , flaring windows of the public-houses marked the English highway .