four o'clock
It was the gold-pieces , and what they would bring . All through the day it tripped through his consciousness , and danced tantalizingly just out of reach . Yet he was wonderfully happy , and the day seemed short in spite of the heat and the weariness . At four o'clock he hurried home and put his violin quickly in tune . It came then -- that dancing sprite of tantalization -- and joyously abandoned itself to the strings of the violin , so that David knew , of a surety , what a beautiful song it was . It was this song that sent him the next afternoon to see his Lady of the Roses . He found her this time out of doors in her garden .