nearly seven o'clock
To go to Sicily -- and with her ! The picture conjured up in Hector 's imagination made him thrill again . Then he told her about it all , he charmed her fancy and excited her imagination , and by the time they came to their goal the feeling of jar had departed , and the dangerous sense of attraction -- of nearness -- had returned . It was nearly seven o'clock , and here among the trees all was in a soft gloom of evening light . `` Is not this still and far away ? '' he said , as they sat on an old stone bench . `` I often stay the whole morning here when I spend a week at Versailles . ''