about nine in the evening
How young I was then -- how young we all were ; there are no days like the old days ! There is a beautiful poem by Wordsworth ; I only remember one line now -- `` ` When every day was long As twenty days are now ' -- Do you remember the poem ? '' Willy did not answer , and noticing that his eyes were blinking , Frank hastily returned to more recent events . '' I wrote to her this afternoon telling her how much I loved her , and I said that I would call about nine in the evening at the Manor House , and that I hoped to find her in the drawing-room where we could talk without being disturbed . However , I was too excited , and could not hold out till nine ; I thought I had better hear my fate at once , and as I was walking across the field -- you know , at the back of Mrs. Heald 's -- I met her half way . She had a letter in her hand , which she said she was going to leave at Mrs. Heald 's for me -- She admitted that the letter was in point of fact a refusal , and when I questioned her she admitted that she was obliged to refuse me because she had half promised Charlie . We went for a walk on the beach ; we sat on the beach and watched the sunset , and I told her all .