eleven o'clock
But Aunt Grace always looked at the shadowy side . Even if the sun shone bright above , she thought of the clouds that were gathering somewhere , and destined ere long to darken the whole horizon . On the day following , Mr. Markland went again to the city , and was gone until late in the evening . His mind was as much occupied as on the evening previous , and he spent the hours from tea-time until eleven o'clock in the library , writing . If Mrs. Markland did not appear to notice any change in her husband since Mr. Lyon came to Woodbine Lodge , it was not that the change had escaped her . No -- she was too deeply interested in all that concerned him to fail in noting every new aspect of thought or feeling . He had said nothing of awakened purpose , quickened into activity by long conferences with his guest , but she saw that such purposes were forming .