about five o'clock
One more last scruple , easily disposed of . In all this there was no disloyalty to the woman he was going to make his wife . For the Sonnets belonged to the past in which she had no part , and to the future which concerned her even less . The next day , then , at about five o'clock , the time at which Lucia had told him she would be free , he came to her , bringing his gift with him . Lucia 's face gladdened when she saw the manuscript in his hand ; for though they had discussed very freely what he had done once , he had been rather sadly silent , she thought , as to what he was doing now . He had seemed to her anxious to avoid any question on the subject . She had wondered whether his genius had been much affected by his other work ; and had been half afraid to ask lest she should learn that it was dead , destroyed by journalism .