"I always find your voice restful, Bawn." But I would not stay.

I had promised my grandmother to be home by half-past six at latest, and I was not going to have her fretting about my absence.

It was six o'clock now and the shadows were growing longer; the coolness of evening was coming.

The birds were singing their even-song.

As I went down the marble steps in the grassy terraces from the house I saw the peacock and his lady already at roost in a low tree, although the darkness would not come for some hours yet, and indeed would be then only a green twilight.
There was never anything to be afraid of on our roads.