ten o'clock
I entered the drawing-room , and there , in the grey light , facing me , stood the fine portrait of my well-beloved in a silver frame , the one she had had taken at Scarborough a week after our marriage . I drew it from its frame and gazed for a long time upon it . Then I put it into an envelope , and placed it in my pocket . Soon after ten o'clock I returned to the Coliseum , and showed the portrait to a number of the attendants as that of a lady who was missing . All of them , both male and female , gazed upon the picture , but nobody recognized her as having been seen before . The manager , whom I had seen on the previous night , sympathized with me , and lent me every assistance . One after another of the staff he called into his big office on the first floor , but the reply was always the same .