six o’clock
For the child alone the passionate human love had sprung flaming from the seed hidden in her soul . And now the child was dead , and the sun had gone from her sky , and she was benumbed with the icy blackness of the world . Then came a time when her speech was loosened and she talked to me incessantly of the child , until one day she spoke of it as living and clamoured for it , and relapsed into her fever . At last one morning she awakened from a sound sleep and found me watching ; for I had relieved the nurse at six o'clock . She smiled at me for the first time since the child fell sick , and took my hand and kissed it . `` It is like waking into heaven to see your face , Seer Marcous , darling , '' she whispered . `` I hope heaven is peopled by a better-looking set of fellows , '' I said .