nearly six o'clock
Honora was an unconscious lover of Nature . She turned and beheld the sun slowly sinking . `` Ah ! it must be nearly six o'clock , '' she thought . `` I must make haste , '' but she stood spellbound , watching the glowing crimson , purple and yellow changing into orange , green , and greyish pink , and she gazed at the fiery ball sinking slowly behind the hills . `` How lovely ! '' she thought , `` and it 's gone down in a cloud .