six o'clock
The train did what it could . That day remains as a smear in the record of Helena 's life . In it there is no spacing of hours , no lettering of experience , merely a smear of suspense . Towards six o'clock she alighted , at Surbiton station , deciding that this would be the quickest way of getting to Wimbledon . She paced the platform slowly , as if resigned , but her heart was crying out at the great injustice of delay . Presently the local train came in . She had planned to buy a local paper at Wimbledon , and if from that source she could learn nothing , she would go on to his house and inquire .