one o'clock
But I was not in love with Alice Lorimer . True , she preferred my company to that of any other person , save her dearly-beloved father ; true , she sat on my knee , as she did on that of her parent , unconscious of any different feeling in the two positions ; but we never talked of love ; I would as soon have thought of talking of our being king and queen ; and as to Alice , her friendship for me was as pure as the love of angels . She could not think of parting with me -- of perhaps -LRB- and she burst into tears -RRB- never seeing me again . I must write to her -- and I must come back and see her , and talk funnily to her father , who liked a joke -- and I must -- I forget how many `` musts '' there were ; but they lasted till half-past one o'clock . I parted with her at her father 's door . I never saw her again ! I was coming down Enterkin late in a fine moonlight night in the spring of 1806 .