ten o'clock
It was the first missive he had ever received from a woman . He turned it over in his broad hand , touched it nervously , and opened it with his fingers trembling as he recognised her handwriting . `` My Dear Mr. Overman : I have been sorely disappointed in not seeing you again this week . I write to command your presence Sunday morning at ten o'clock to accompany me to the Temple , if I choose to go , and to dine with me . Sincerely , KATE RANSOM GORDON . '' He wrote an answer accepting and then sat holding this note in his hand as though it were something alive . For an hour he paced back and forth in his office alone , screening his eye behind his bushy brows , wrinkling his forehead , twisting his mouth , and now and then thrusting his hand into his collar and tugging at it , as though he were choking .