seven o’clock
You will see , my boy , that it will amount to nothing this time . See how beautiful the weather is ! '' And I pointed to the sky . It was seven o'clock ; the sun was setting . The sky was blue , an immense blue sheet of profound purity , in which the rays of the setting sun were like a golden dust . Never had I seen the village drowsing in so sweet a peace . Upon the tiled roofs a rosy tint was fading .