six o’clock
She dressed herself in a pretty white dress and tied a blue sash round her waist , so that she might look the same to him as when he first saw her . But her face was now worn and white , and as she looked at her pallor in the glass she wished she had some rouge to bring a touch of colour to her cheeks . She tried to smile in her own merry way at the wan reflection she beheld , but the effort was a failure , and she burst into tears . At six o'clock everything was ready for dinner , and having seen that all was in good order , Kitty walked outside to watch for Gaston . There was a faint , warm , light outside , and the sky was of a pale opaline tint , while the breeze blowing across the garden brought the perfume of the flowers to her , putting Kitty in mind of Mrs Villiers ' garden at Ballarat . Oh , those innocent days ! would they never come again ?