evening about eight o'clock
She wondered if he were feeling harassed over '' _ les affaires politiques _ , '' or whether he was afraid that the Manager 's small stock of patience would be exhausted before she was able to appear in the ring again , and that he would cancel her contract . If that happened she felt that the end of all things would have indeed arrived . She could not struggle against the Fates any longer , obviously she could not return home , and it was not fair that Emile should continue to keep her . He came in one evening about eight o'clock to find her up for the first time since her illness , and sitting on the edge of the bed draped in the long blue cloak she used for covering her circus attire . Her hair was parted over her ears , and divided into two long sleek braids drawn forward and falling over her shoulders , the ends resting on her lap . She looked up , as he entered , with the haunting sea-green eyes that showed larger than ever in contrast to her hollowed cheeks . Something in her pose , in the arrangement of her hair , reminded Emile vividly of her first morning in Barcelona , when he had come in early in the morning to find her dazed with sleep .