about four o'clock
It will soon be my turn to say you do n't deserve her . ' James was arguing against his own impulse , and his scruples only desired to be talked down ; Louis 's generous and inconsiderate ardour prevailed , and , after interminable discussion , it was agreed that , after some communication with the young lady herself , an interview should be sought with Lady Conway , for which James was already bristling , prepared to resent scorn with scorn . In the morning , he was savage with shamefacedness , could not endure any spectator , and fairly hunted his cousin home to Ormersfield , where Louis prowled about in suspense -- gave contradictory orders to Frampton , talked as if he was asleep , made Frampton conclude that he had left his heart behind him , and was ever roaming towards the Northwold turnpike . At about four o'clock , a black figure was seen posting along the centre of the road , and , heated , panting , and glowing , James came up -- made a decided and vehement nod with his head , but did not speak till they had turned into the park , when he threw himself flat on the grass under an old thorn , and Louis followed his example , while Farmer Morris 's respectable cows stared at the invasion of their privacy . ` Tout va bien ? ' asked Louis . ` As well as a man in my position can expect !