10:03
The evening rehearsal went much better , a final rehearsal was set for Sunday , and Julia was driven to the ten o'clock boat in the station omnibus , which smelled of leather and wet straw . She sat yawning in the empty ferry building , smiling over her recollection of dinner at the Tolands ' : the laughter , the quarrels , the joyous confusion of voices . Suddenly struck by the deserted silence of the waiting-room , Julia jumped up and went to the ticket office . `` Is n't there a train at 10:03 ? '' The station agent yawned , eyed her with pleasant indifference . `` No train now until 12:20 , lady , '' said he . For a moment Julia was staggered .