ten o'clock
For whose benefit was it done ? -- whose ! One evening -- As the train crossed the bridge of the estuary , from one stretch of hot sand to another , Laura , staring at the view , saw really nothing but an image of the mind , felt nothing except what came through the magic of memory . The hall of Bannisdale , with the lingering daylight of the north still coming in at ten o'clock through the uncurtained oriel windows -- herself at the piano , Augustina on the settle -- a scent of night and flowers spreading through the dim place from the open windows of the drawing-room beyond . One candle is beside her -- and there are strange glints of moonlight here and there on the panelling . A tall figure enters from the chapel passage . Augustina makes room on the settle -- the Squire leans back and listens .