six o'clock
Miss Rawson started to her feet , and absently put her letter to her fiance -- which contained merely the sentence that they had arrived in Rome -- into its envelope and fastened it up . `` I must go now -- good-bye , '' she said . `` It is not good-bye , '' the Russian answered gravely . `` By six o'clock , we shall be driving in the Borghese Gardens and hearing the nightingales sing . '' As Stella walked to the lift with a tumultuously beating heart , she asked herself what all this could possibly mean , and why she was not angry -- and why this stranger -- whose appearance outraged all her ideas as to what an English gentleman should look like -- had yet the power to fascinate her completely . Of course , she would not go for a drive with him -- and yet , what would be the harm ? After September she would never have a chance like this again .