about five o'clock in the afternoon
And when he seemed loath to accept it , Milly became conscious of a heart-sick shame and pain which had already often brought tears that were not unworthy to her pretty childish eyes . The strength of her own feelings frightened her sometimes : she did not know how to resist the surging tide of passion and longing and regret that rose and fell within her breast , as uncontrollable by her weak will as the waves by the Danish king of history . Poor Milly 's soul had been born within her , as a woman 's soul is often born through love , and the acquisition cost her nothing but pain as yet , although it might ultimately lead her to a higher life . She arrived at the lodgings in Hampstead which had formerly been hers , about five o'clock in the afternoon . The landlady received her cordially , saying that `` the gentleman had bespoke the rooms , '' and Milly was taken at once into the sitting-room , which looked west , and was lighted by a flood of radiance from the setting sun . Milly sank down on a sofa , in hopeless fatigue . `` Did he say that he would be home to-night ? ''