six o’clock in the afternoon
Do n't you think that it is glorious to be alive ? Oh ! It 's splendid , splendid ! '' At six o'clock in the afternoon a carriage drove up to the front door . The young wife would have been angry if it had not been so pleasant to loll luxuriously on the soft cushions , while they were being slowly driven to the Deer Park . `` It 's just like lying on a couch , '' whispered Lewis . She playfully hit his fingers with her sunshade .