about three o'clock
From any other man , even from Martin himself , she would have received the caress quite simply , been proud and contented , but now it brought her into a strange trouble . She leaned towards him , falling upon his shoulder , her face against his neck . She wanted his kisses , and he gave them to her . At about three o'clock they set out again . The sun was high now , but the air was cooler , for it had lost its stillness and blew in rippling gusts from the sea . Joanna resolved not to go on to New Romney , as they had waited too long at Lydd ; so she took the road that goes to Ivychurch , past Midley chapel , one of the ruined shrines of the monks of Canterbury -- grey walls huddled against a white tower of hawthorn in which the voices of the birds tinkled like little bells . She was now beginning to feel more happy and self-confident but she was still preoccupied , though with a new situation .