ten o'clock
I had known her -LRB- like many of her kind -RRB- to proclaim the rottenness of the Universe when she was off her stroke at golf , or when a favourite young man did not appear at a dance . I attributed no importance to it . But the next day I remembered . What was she doing after half-past ten o'clock , when she had bidden her father and mother goodnight , on the steep and lonely bank of the canal , about a mile and a half away ? No one had seen her leave the house . No one , apparently , had seen her walking through the town . Nothing was known of her until dawn when they found her body by the lock gate .