eleven o'clock
Mary heard it , and put her white hand out to him . He threw himself upon his knees , and kissed it devotedly , and the coy girl was won . From this hour Walter gave her no breathing-time ; he easily talked over old Baker , and got him to excuse his short absence ; he turned his hunters into roadsters , and rode them very hard ; he got the special license ; he squared a clergyman at the head of the lake , who was an old friend of his and fond of fees , and in three days after her consent , Mary and Mrs. Easton drove a four-wheeled carriage Walter had lent them to the little hotel at the lakes . Walter had galloped over at eleven o'clock , and they all three took a little walk together . Walter Clifford and Mary Bartley returned from that walk MAN AND WIFE . Walter Clifford and Mary sat at a late breakfast in a little inn that looked upon a lake , which appeared to them more lovely than the lake of Thun or of Lucerne . He beamed steadily at her with triumphant rapture ; she stole looks at him of wonder , admiration , and the deepest love .