nine o'clock
She did not like to think he was ill ; but she did like to think that only illness could prevent his coming . And she had always believed what she liked . The presumption in Maggie 's mind amounted to a certainty that he would come to-night . And at nine o'clock he came . Her eyes shone as she greeted him . There was nothing about her to remind him of the dejected , anæmic girl who had sat shivering over the fire last September . Maggie had got all her lights and colours back again .