about seven in the evening
`` Your mule , Martin ? '' The old soldier or professional pillager laughed , and confessed he had got so used to her , that he forgot at times Ghysbrecht had a prior claim . To-morrow he would turn her into the burgomaster 's yard , but to-night she should carry Margaret to Tergou . It was nearly dusk ; so Margaret ventured , and about seven in the evening she astonished and gladdened her new but ardent friend , by arriving at her house with unwonted roses on her cheeks , and Gerard 's pardon in her bosom . Some are old in heart at forty , some are young at eighty . Margaret Van Eyck 's heart was an evergreen . She loved her young namesake with youthful ardour .