six o'clock
The strife , in which I had had so little to do , had been most vivid , the parties to it so real , that there were moments when I caught myself speaking aloud to one of my phantoms . That one was always Virginia ; therefore I dared to go , knowing full well that she would now go with me . And it was so . At six o'clock of an evening I went out of doors and turned my face towards the east . It was a mild evening as that on which I had seen Virginia for the first time in the wood , her faggot on her head . I seemed to see her now going bravely before me . So clearly did she show , I quickened my steps to overtake her ; and again my heart beat , and again I thought of the nymphs and all the soft riot of the woodland scents and sounds .