seven in the evening
That ended it -- there the conversation found its way into other topics at last . Thinking afterwards of the new side of her mind which Lucilla had shown to me , I derived one consolation from what had passed at the breakfast-table . If Mr. Sebright proved to be right , and if the operation failed after all , I had Lucilla 's word for it that blindness , of itself , is not the terrible affliction to the blind which the rest of us fancy it to be -- because we can see . Towards half-past seven in the evening , I went out alone , as I had planned , to meet Oscar on his return from London . At a long straight stretch of the road , I saw him advancing towards me . He was walking more rapidly than usual , and singing as he walked . Even through its livid discoloration , the poor fellow 's face looked radiant with happiness as he came nearer .