three o'clock
Here have I been wasting my flowers on this bovine public -- whole clusters every week to those who have no sense of smell and no eye for form and colour . What they want is ensilage -- a coarse fare suited to ruminants . '' A few days afterwards Constance wrote from Norland Square in Notting Hill asking Fan to visit her as soon as convenient . Fan got the letter on a Saturday morning , and when the shop closed at two she hastened home to change her dress , and then started for Norland Square , where she arrived about half-past three o'clock . There is no greater happiness on earth , and we can imagine no greater in heaven , than that which is experienced by two loving friends on meeting again after a long separation ; that is , when the reunion has not been too long delayed . If new interests and feelings have not obscured the old , if Time has written no `` strange defeatures '' on the soul , and the image treasured by memory corresponds with the reality , then the communion of heart with heart seems sweeter than it ever seemed before its interruption . And this happiness , this rapture of the soul which makes life seem angelic for a season , the two friends now experienced in full measure .