about six o’clock
The fact that , accident aside , we were never to meet again , drew the spiritual elements in us nearer together , and the tone of her letter loosened the bonds of my natural reserve . I told her of my past year of life , of the locked memorial chamber upstairs , of the madness through which I had passed , of my weary pursuit of the Theory , and of my attitude towards her solution of the problem . Having written the letter I felt comforted , knowing that Judith would understand . I finished it about six o'clock one afternoon , and shrinking from giving it to Stenson to post , as it was the first private letter I had written since my arrival in London , I took it myself to the pillar-box . The fresh air reproached me for the unreasonable indoor life I had been leading , and invited me to remain outside . It was already dark . An early touch of frost in the November air rendered it exhilarating .