seven o’clock
`` This and the hallucinations I have suffered from to-day come from drinking that Cyprus wine , '' he said to himself . He lay in the darkened room tossing uneasily on his bed and sleep would not come to him . Stranger still , before his eyes fiery letters seemed to dance before him in the air . At seven o'clock he went out into the garden . Never had he beheld a more glorious evening . He strolled down towards the seashore and watched the sunset . Mount Vesuvius seemed to have dissolved into a rosy haze ; the waves of the sea were phosphorescent .