six o'clock
It was very matter-of-fact , but that Richard 's letters always were . Evidently he had thought the same of it himself , as he read it over , and had added the postscript . But that did not seem very enthusiastic . Altogether I was not happy , waiting for six o'clock to come . Time and chance are but a tide , Slighted love is sair to bide . The dining-room and parlor of our little suite adjoined ; the door was standing open between them , as I walked up and down the parlor , waiting nervously for Richard to arrive . The fire was bright , and the only light in the parlor was a soft , pretty lamp , which we had brought from Italy .