2 o'clock
She tried to divert her mind by busying herself about the library , dusting his favorite books , tidying his papers , but constantly came back the thoughts that filled her with uneasiness , a vague , undefinable alarm . Was he all right ? At last the great day arrived . A Western Union telegram announced that the _ Adriatic _ would dock at 2 o'clock . Long before that time , Ray , unable to restrain her impatience , was on her way down town , accompanied by Mr. Steell , while Helen , her face a little paler than usual , her heart beating a little faster , sat in the great recessed window of the library , and waited for the arrival of the loved one . Anxiously , impatiently , she watched the hands of the clock move round . How exasperatingly slow it was : how indifferent it seemed to her happiness !