five o'clock
And now , we 'll say goodbye ! Whatever happens to us both , I shall remember this evening . '' Smiling , he put out his hand ` Moriturus te saluto . ' Courtier sat in Hyde Park waiting for five o'clock . The day had recovered somewhat from a grey morning , as though the glow of that long hot summer were too burnt-in on the air to yield to the first assault . The sun , piercing the crisped clouds , those breast feathers of heavenly doves , darted its beams at the mellowed leaves , and showered to the ground their delicate shadow stains . The first , too early , scent from leaves about to fall , penetrated to the heart .