ten o'clock
A rough blast struck her in the face ; she saw a ragged drift of clouds torn by the wind ; and the whole landscape seemed to have undergone a melancholy change . Dispirited beyond measure , despite the one satisfaction that the weather gave , she re-entered the house , and sank uneasily into an armchair by the fire . But Seth 's prediction was justified . Toward ten o'clock the wind ceased , and patches of blue began to show in the blanket of gray . Claire shared Marion 's disinclination to go shooting on such a day -LRB- or any other kind of a day , for her part ! -RRB- , and they stood at the window actually deploring the blue rents in the clouds , when Marion uttered a sharp exclamation of surprise . `` Smythe ! ''