ten in the morning
It was not Winny 's ripening form and trailing gown , it was not the golden down on Eddy 's upper lip ; it was not altogether that the outline of their faces had lost the engaging and tender indecision of its youth . It was their unmistakable air of inward assurance and maturity . After the usual greetings -LRB- Brodrick was aware of a growing restraint in this particular -RRB- Eddy , at the first opening , made for his point -- _ their _ point , rather . His uncle had inquired with urbane irony at what hour the family was to be bereaved of their society , and how long it would have to languish -- They were going , Eddy said , at ten in the morning , and a jolly good thing too . They were n't coming back , either , any sooner than they could help . They -- well , they could n't `` stick it '' at home just now . They 'd had -LRB- Winny interpolated -RRB- a row with Uncle Henry , a gorgeous row -LRB- the colour of it was in Winny 's face -RRB- .