six o’clock
With pleasure thrilling through every nerve , he imagined how she would word her confession . For she had yielded to him ; he had felt her body move towards him and had seen the surrender in her eyes . While musing thus , passion began to stir in him , and with passion impatience . `` Only half-past six o'clock , '' he said to himself , pushing his watch again under the pillow ; `` eight hours to wait till mail time . Eight endless hours . What a plague ! '' His own irritation annoyed him , and he willingly took up again the thread of his amorous reverie : `` What a radiant face she has , what fine nervefulness in the slim fingers , what softness in the full throat ! ''