Seven o'clock
Six o'clock -- she is still there . Half after six -- making up her mind to go home . Oh , but the air will be sweet , and the sea lovely ! Seven o'clock -- she gives order , and the Bulgarians signal my men on the fourth terrace . Pray Heaven the Russian keep to his prayers or stay hearkening for my father 's bell ! ... Here am I seen of these thousands . Later on -- about the time she forsakes the wall -- my presence shall be notorious along the streets from the Temple to Blacherne .