six o'clock
For a space I knew not where I stood . For what with the turmoil of my thoughts and the myriad of impressions , hopes , fears , visions , regrets to leave the Red Tower , the city of Thorn , the hope of seeing again that high-poised head of burned gold of the Lady Ysolinde , I paused stock-still , moidered and dazed , till a light hand touched me on the shoulder and the soft , even voice spoke in my ear . `` Master Hugo , '' said the Lady Ysolinde , bending kindly to me , `` I am glad , very glad -- aye , though you have made my head ache '' -LRB- here she nodded blamefully and laid her hand upon her heart as if that ached too -RRB- -- `` it is the best of fortunes , and sure to come true . Because have I seen it at six o'clock of a Thursday in the time of full moon . '' `` Come hither , '' she said , beckoning me ; `` we shall try another way of it yet , in spite of the headache . It may be that there is more that concerns you for me to see in the ink-pool . '' With this she took my hand and almost pulled me down the stairs by force .