one o'clock
Then she had gone away . Cilia had sent her basket on by goods train , and she had nothing to carry now but a little leather bag and a cardboard box tied with string . So she could get on quickly . But on her way to the station she stopped all at once : the school would be over at one o'clock , it was almost eleven now , it really did not matter if she left somewhat later . How pleased he would be if she said good-bye to him once more and begged him not to forget her . She turned round . She would be sure to find a bench near the school , and there she would wait for him .