about eleven o’clock
Norman , meanwhile , as the train sped over roofs , and among chimneys , was reproaching himself for running into the fascination of her presence , and then recollecting that her situation , as well as his destiny , both guaranteed that they could meet only as friendly connections . No carriage awaited them at the station , which surprised Norman , till he recollected that the horses had probably been out all day , and it was eight o'clock . Going to Park Lane in a cab , the brothers were further surprised to find themselves evidently not expected . The butler came to speak to them , saying that Mr. and Mrs. Rivers were gone out to dinner , but would return , probably , at about eleven o'clock . He conducted them upstairs , Harry following his brother , in towering vexation and disappointment , trying to make him turn to hear that they would go directly -- home -- to Eton -- anywhere -- why would he go in at all ? The door was opened , Mr. May was announced , and they were in a silk-lined boudoir , where a little slender figure in black started up , and came forward with outstretched hand . `` Norman ! ''