Six o'clock
`` On consideration I do n't fear it , '' she said sadly . `` He has grown quite cold to me . '' `` Very well . Six o'clock then . '' When they had emerged upon the open road and parted , they found enough to do in holding their bowed umbrellas to the wind . Nevertheless the lady looked in at the corn-yard gates as she passed them , and paused on one foot for a moment . But nothing was visible there save the ricks , and the humpbacked barn cushioned with moss , and the granary rising against the church-tower behind , where the smacking of the rope against the flag-staff still went on .