six o’clock
Now the young woman did not much like the idea of going down the hill under the eyes of this person , which she would have to do if she went on , for as an intruder she was liable to be called back and questioned upon her business there . Accordingly she crept softly up and sat in the seat behind , intending to remain there until her companion should leave . This he by no means seemed in a hurry to do . What could possibly have brought him there , what could detain him there , at six o'clock on a morning of mist when there was nothing to be seen or enjoyed of the vale beneath , puzzled her not a little . But he remained quite still , and Margery grew impatient . She discerned the track of his feet in the dewy grass , forming a line from the house steps , which announced that he was an inhabitant and not a chance passer-by . At last she peeped round .