one o'clock
Later he scanned , as discreetly as he could , the occupants of the special train that was to take them to London . He could n't see that she was anywhere among them . He sighed , but whether from relief or disappointment he was not sure . As it was one o'clock , he took his seat in the luncheon-car , making sure in advance that she was n't there . He had come to the conclusion by this time that she was not on the train at all -- that she had n't been on the steamer . He did not , however , regret his precautions , because -- well , because the sense of her proximity had made him feel as he had felt in the days -- fourteen years ago now -- when the very streets of the city in which she lived were hallowed ground . He had supposed that emotion dead .