eight in the evening of May 6th
She was a plain girl , without a scintilla of humour ; and had just that sense of an omelet that is vouchsafed to one woman in a generation . So she and Tubal Cain were married at the end of the month , and disappeared on their honeymoon , no one quite knew whither . They went on the last day of April . At half-past eight in the evening of May 6th I had just finished my seventh miserable dinner . My windows were open to the evening , and the scent of the gorse-bushes below the terrace hung heavily underneath the verandah and stole into the room where I sat before the white cloth , in the lamp-light . I had taken a cigarette and was reaching for the match-box when I chanced to look up , and paused to marvel at a singular beauty in the atmosphere outside . It seemed a final atonement of sky and earth in one sheet of vivid blue .