five o’clock
Mrs. Lane told me what she had done , but she had no theory about it . She merely said she knew it to be the right thing to do . She was very fond of getting up early in the morning and going out , and in such a village this was an eccentricity bordering almost on lunacy . At five o'clock she was often wandering about her garden . She was a great lover of order in the house , and kept it well under control , but I do not think I ever surprised her when she was so busy that she would not easily , and without any apparent sacrifice , leave what she was doing to come and talk with me . As I have said , the world of books in which I lived was almost altogether shut to her , but yet she was the only person in the village whose conversation was lifted out of the petty and personal into the region of the universal . I have been thus particular in describing her -- I fear without raising any image of her -- because she was of incalculable service to me .