About seven o'clock
I was a fool -- in this world one pays for folly ... `` The summer came ; and one Saturday in early June , Eilie , I , and Francis -- I wo n't tell you his other name -- went riding . The night had been wet ; there was no dust , and presently the sun came out -- a glorious day ! We rode a long way . About seven o'clock we started back-slowly , for it was still hot , and there was all the cool of night before us . It was nine o'clock when we came to Richmond Park . A grand place , Richmond Park ; and in that half-light wonderful , the deer moving so softly , you might have thought they were spirits . We were silent too -- great trees have that effect on me ... `` Who can say when changes come ?