half past ten
I feared not . And if there was no H , really , and I married him , where would I be ? There was a ball at the Club that night , and the family all went . No one came to say good-night to me , and by half past ten I was alone with my misery . I knew Carter Brooks would be at the ball , and H also , very likely , dancing around as agreeably as if he really existed , and I had not made him up . I got the book from Sis 's room again , and re-read it . The woman in it had been in great trouble , too , with her husband cleaning his revolver and making his will .