Twelve o'clock
June would be back soon , and Miss Dearling . She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief ; they felt hot and burning . She looked at herself anxiously in the little mirror -- such a white face ; she turned away impatiently . Twelve o'clock ; there was a train up to town at half-past , she knew . The confusion in her brain seemed to have passed all at once ; she felt quite calm and clear . She would go to Paris -- she would see Raymond , and hear from his own lips what a lie it was . She ought to have gone before .