seven o'clock
That any man should have loved these two women filled me with rage . That that man should be Walkirk was an insupportable thought . I was not only jealous but I felt myself the victim of a treacherous insult . It was seven o'clock when I reached Washington , but , although I had arrived at my destination , I could give no thought to the object of my journey until I had discovered the truth about Walkirk . That was all-important . But of whom should I inquire ? I could think of no one but Miss Laniston .