Nine o'clock
`` I had some business this evening , '' said Lord Chetwynde , coldly , `` but as you wish an interview , I am at your service . '' `` At what time , my lord ? '' `` At nine , '' said Lord Chetwynde . Nine o'clock came , and Hilda was in the morning-room , which she had mentioned as the place of meeting , and Lord Chetwynde came there punctually . She was sitting near the window . Her pale face , her rich black locks arranged in voluminous masses about her head , her dark penetrating eyes , her slender and graceful figure , all conspired to make Hilda beautiful and attractive in a rare degree . Added to this there was a certain entreaty on her face as it was turned toward him , and a soft , timid lustre in her eyes which might have affected any other man .