10 o'clock
` You do look pale , Miss Agnes , ' I replied , ` and your eyes look heavy . ' I was pretty sure , from their appearance , she had been weeping that afternoon . `` However , she went ; for it was not her fashion to consult her own ease , when others were to be gratified . `` It was little more than 10 o'clock that night ; Edward had been with me during the evening , but had just returned to his ship , and Mr. and Mrs. Denham had retired to rest , for they kept early hours ; I was sitting in the parlor , reading a beautiful book , a present from Agnes , when I heard steps coming up the gravel walk , and a murmur of voices in earnest conversation . I peeped through the half-closed blind , and beheld Miss Wiltshire arm in arm with a gentleman , whom I took to be , though I could not see very distinctly , Mr. Bernard . `` In a moment after they entered , and sure enough it was Mr. Bernard , though every trace of sadness had disappeared from his face , and as he came forward and shook hands with me , asking me so kindly how I was , his very voice seemed altered , it was so gay , so joyous . I tried to catch a glimpse of Miss Agnes 's countenance , -- it was some time before she lifted her veil , but when she flung it aside , as she took off her bonnet , I saw that her former paleness had been succeeded by a rosy-red , and her eyes seemed beaming with new life .