A quarter to ten
Alas ! Francis Levison applied himself to soothe her with all the sweet and dangerous sophistry of his crafty nature . The minutes flew on . A quarter to ten ; now a quarter past ten ; and still Richard Hare lingered on with his mother , and still Mr. Carlyle and Barbara paced patiently the garden path . At half-past ten Richard came forth , after having taken his last farewell . Then came Barbara 's tearful farewell , which Mr. Carlyle witnessed ; and then a hard grasp of that gentleman 's hand , and Richard plunged amidst the trees to depart the way he came . `` Good night , Barbara , '' said Mr. Carlyle .