about two o'clock
When silent time , wi ' lightly foot , Had trod on thirty years , I sought again my native land Wi ' mony hopes and fears . As I drew near my ancient pile , My heart beat a ' the way ; The place I passed seemed yet to speak Of some dear former day . Some pensy chiels , a new-sprung race , Wad next their welcome pay ; * * * * * But sair on ilka well-kenned face I missed the youthful bloom . Miss Blamire Oliver had sent orders to his mother to sleep in London , and proceed the next morning by a train which would arrive at about two o'clock . On that eventful morning , Clara was the prey of Mrs. Beckett , Marianne , and the French milliner , and in such a flounced glace silk , such a lace mantle , and such a flowery bonnet was she arrayed , that Lord Ormersfield bowed to her as a stranger , and Louis talked of the transformations of the Giraffe . ` Is it not humiliating , ' she said , ` to be so altered by finery ? You might dress Isabel for ever , and her nobleness would surmount it all . '