nearly eight o'clock
_ R. Browning _ . The servant came to call me down to tea while I was still sitting with my face in my hands upon the bed . I started up , lit the candles on the dressing-table , arranged my hair , washed the tears off my face , and hurried down the stairs . They were waiting for me in the parlor , and no doubt were quite impatient , as they had already waited for the arrival of the evening train , and it was nearly eight o'clock . The evening train had brought Mr. Eugene Whitney , of whom I can only say , that he was a very insignificant young man indeed . We all moved into the dining-room ; the others took the seats they were accustomed to . Mr. Whitney and I , being the only new-comers , were advised which seats belonged to us by a trim young maid-servant , and I , for one , was very glad to get into mine .