about
ten o'clock in the morning
That fine young fellow of whom the neighbourhood talked , who seemed to have left behind him such memories of energy and goodness , his mother 's idol , had his bones too lain bleaching on that field of horror ? It did not bear thinking of . Lucy went downstairs to attend to some household matters . It was about ten o'clock in the morning , and presently Eleanor heard the postman from Selvapendente knock at the outer door . Marie brought up the letters . There were four or five for Lucy , who had never concealed her address from her uncle , though she had asked that it might be kept for a while from other people . He had accordingly forwarded some home-letters , and Marie laid them on the table .