seven o'clock
I want it for you now , and I mean to have it . I 've studied the thing two years ; I know what I know ... `` The moment this is in the post I leave for London . There are a hundred things to look after still ; I ca n't trust myself within reach of you again till the anchor 's weighed . When I re-christened her the Pied Witch , I thought of you -- you witch to me ... '' There followed a solemn entreaty to her to be on the path leading to the cove at seven o'clock on Wednesday evening -LRB- that is , to-morrow -RRB- when he would come ashore and bid her good-bye . It was signed , `` Your loving husband , Zachary Pearse ... '' I lay at the edge of that cornfield a long time ; it was very peaceful . The church bells had begun to ring . The long shadows came stealing out from the sheaves ; woodpigeons rose one by one , and flapped off to roost ; the western sky was streaked with red , and all the downs and combe bathed in the last sunlight .