ten o'clock
Such was her notion of being exact ! He had abandoned an important meeting of a committee which was doing untold mercies to her compatriots in order to keep his appointment with her ; and she , whose professional business it was that evening to charm him and harmonise with him , had merely flouted the appointment . Nevertheless , her gestures and smile as she rose and came towards him were so utterly exquisite that immediately he also flouted the appointment . What , after all , could it matter whether they dined at eight , nine , or even ten o'clock ? `` Thou wilt pardon me , monster ? '' she murmured , kissing him . No woman had ever put her chin up to his as she did , nor with a glance expressed so unreserved a surrender to his masculinity .