eight o'clock
she exclaimed tragically . Her baby face was white and there were dark shadows under the eyes which stared at him with a touch of madness . `` She 's not here ! '' `` Perhaps she has gone out for a walk , '' Septimus suggested , as if London serving-maids were in the habit of taking the air at eight o'clock on a foggy morning . But Emmy heard him not . The dismaying sense of utter loneliness smote her down . It was the last straw .