about nine o'clock
It 's much better for everybody , '' she presently said . It had clouded over after sunset : there was no moon visible , but an irradiance was omnipresent , and showed the muffled yew-tree walks , and the greater trees colossal , mountains overshadowing the land . Here and there , as you went , glimmered daffodils , like the Pleiades half-veiled , and long files of crocuses burned like waning fires . Miss Percival , at about nine o'clock , came gently down one of these alleys , with a scarf over her head and shoulders . She looked like a nymph in Tanagra . And as if she knew where she was going , exactly , she walked gently but unfalteringly between the linked crocus-beacons to where the alley broadened into a bay of cut yews , to where ghostly white seats and a dim sun-dial seemed disposed as for a scene in a comedy . The leaden statue of a skipping faun would have been made out in a recess if you had known it was there .