ten o'clock
I know only one thing , and see only her , calling me with her inflexibly grave eyes . _ She wants me , and I must go to her . '' _ He got up and left the Park . It was ten o'clock of an April morning . Crocuses -- her flowers -- were blowing sideways under a south-west wind . Blue sky , white clouds , shining on the just and the unjust , covered her in Yorkshire and him , her grim knight , in Mayfair . He stalked , gaunt and haggard-eyed , down the hill , threading his way through the growing traffic of the day , and faced his business with the lady in the case .