six o'clock
In her way , Miss Macnulty was an honest woman . They were sitting together one May afternoon in the little back drawing-room in Mount Street . They had dined early , were now drinking tea , and intended to go to the opera . It was six o'clock , and was still broad day , but the thick coloured blind was kept across the single window , and the folding doors of the room were nearly closed , and there was a feeling of evening in the room . The necklace during the whole day had been so heavy on Lizzie 's heart , that she had been unable to apply her thoughts to the building of that castle in the air in which the Corsair was to reign supreme , but not alone . `` My dear , '' she said , -- she generally called Miss Macnulty my dear , -- `` you know that box I had made by the jewellers . '' `` You mean the safe . ''