nine o'clock
`` Yes , alone . '' `` Lonesome ? '' She had not answered him . But here on the railway platform , where she had fled to catch the East-bound , nine o'clock express , and where the toad unhurriedly had followed her ; here where she had thought to fear him less she found she feared him more . To know herself that such a thing had looked upon her as he had looked was loathsome ; to have others see him accost her and leer over their interpretations of the insult seemed more than she could bear . And the platform and hot , foul waiting-room , common to both men and women , were both as conspicuous as the hotel had been ; both peopled with the same side-long glances . So she had fled again from the lighted portion of the platform this time to the darker , far more dangerous end , which was out of the puddle of illumination .