eleven o'clock
When we have lovingly performed the little things necessary that a flower may peradventure blossom , if it does not give us what we hoped for , does that prevent us from loving another exactly like it and from tending it with all the greater skill and care ? Our ignorance must be renewed in the presence of each life that touches ours . May the quest suffice to keep our faith eternally young , that wonderful , childlike faith which alone encourages , finds and sets free . It was eleven o'clock when I went to meet Rose this morning ; but the day was so dark and the fog so dense that the street-lamps were still lit . It was gloomy and depressing . Wrapped in a long cloak and huddled in a corner of the cab , I shivered with cold and nervousness . I reread her telegram , dispatched from a railway-station before daybreak ; and the pathos of those few words went to my heart : `` Am starting .