eight o'clock
The sunshine or the gentle southern wind brought Rex no warning he was forging the first links of a dreadful tragedy . He thought only of the shy blushing beauty and coy grace of the young girl -- he never dreamed of the hour when he should look back to that moment , wondering at his own blind folly , with a curse on his lips . Again from over the trees came the sound of the great bell from the Hall . `` It is eight o'clock , '' cried Daisy , in alarm . `` Miss Pluma will be so angry with me . '' `` Angry ! '' said Rex ; `` angry with you !