ten o'clock
Until that day , farewell Russell ; but believe that I rejoice to hear of your successes . '' She held out her hand , and as he took it in his , which trembled violently , he felt , even then , that there was no quiver in the icy-white fingers , and that his name rippled over her lips as calmly as that of the dead had done just before . She endured his long , searching gaze , like any other Niobe , and he dropped the little pearly hand and quitted the room . At ten o'clock Mr. Huntingdon returned , and , with his hat drawn over his eyes , went straight to the library . He kissed the face of the dead passionately and his sob and violent burst of sorrow told his child of his arrival . She lifted her rigid face , and extended her arms pleadingly . `` Father !