six
o'clock
It was a beautiful summer morning , and Rodney was out of his bed at six o'clock . He usually went for a walk before going to his studio , and this morning his walk had been a very pleasant one , for yesterday 's work had gone well with him . But as he turned into the mews in which his studio was situated he saw the woman whom he employed to light his fire standing in the middle of the roadway . He had never seen her standing in the middle of the roadway before and his doors wide open , and he instantly divined a misfortune , and thought of the Virgin and Child he had just finished .