about five o'clock
Every idea of her soul seemed to be developing under this touch of sympathy and understanding . Her heterogeneous knowledge culled from the teachings of her many changing governesses , seemed to regulate itself into distinct branches with an upward shoot for each , and Mr. Carlyon watched and encouraged them all . It was on one glorious Saturday morning when the fairies and nymphs and gods and goddesses were presumably asleep in the sunlight , that she drew up her knees as she sat on the grass by her Professor 's chair , and pushing away the Greek grammar , said , with grave eyes fixed upon his face : `` Cheiron , to-day something tells me I can show you Aphrodite . When it is cooler , about five o'clock , will you come with me to the second terrace ? There I will leave you and go and fetch her , and as William and Priscilla will be at tea , I can open the secret door , and you shall see where she lives -- all in the dark ! '' Mr. Carlyon felt duly honored -- for they had never referred to this subject since she had first mentioned it . The Professor felt it was one of deep religious solemnity to his little friend , and had waited until she herself should feel he was worthy of her complete confidence .