About eleven o'clock
He took the letter , flung it into the fire , watched it burn . He felt as though , in the writing of it , he had communicated with his father . The old man would understand . About eleven o'clock Craven came to see him . Craven 's father had been a Fellow of Trinity and Professor of Chinese to the University . He had died some five years ago and now the widow and young Craven 's sister lived in Cambridge . Craven had tried , during his first term , to make a friend of Olva , but his happy , eager attitude to the whole world had seemed crude and even priggish to Olva 's reserve , and all Craven 's overtures had been refused , quietly , kindly , but firmly .