about six o’clock
This question preoccupies me more than all . Nothing very definite has been learned as yet , but it is certain that , one way or another , our stay in Japan is drawing to a close . It is this , perhaps , which disposes me this evening to look more kindly on my surroundings . It is about six o'clock , after a day spent on duty , when I reach Diou-djen-dji . The evening sun , low in the sky , on the point of setting , pours into my room , and floods it with rays of red gold , lighting up the Buddhas and the great sheaves of quaintly arranged flowers in the antique vases . Here are assembled five or six little dolls , my neighbors , amusing themselves by dancing to the sound of Chrysantheme 's guitar . And this evening I experienced a real charm in feeling that this dwelling and the woman who leads the dance are mine .