eight o'clock
He could do nothing . Only Eleanor could help . * * * * * The following day , just outside the convent gate , he met Lucy , returning from the village , whither she had been in quest of some fresh figs for Eleanor 's breakfast . It was barely eight o'clock , but the sun was already fierce . After their formal greeting , Lucy lingered a moment . ` It 's going to be frightfully hot to-day , ' she said , looking round her with a troubled face at the glaring road , at the dusty patch of vines beyond it , at the burnt grass below the garden wall . ` Mr. Manisty !