about five o'clock
` Poor Gwen ! Yet it will be the making of her , if she can once be got to confess that her judgment is not infallible . I should like to get hold of that scoundrel ! ' It was about five o'clock when Gwen reached Brambleton . She left her luggage at the station , and tramped through the driving rain and wind with fierce indifference , arriving at Jasmine Cottage with drenched garments , and weary , footsore feet . The lamps were lighted in the drawing-room , and the shutters were not closed . Gwen stepped quietly up to the window and looked in .