About eleven o'clock
`` I 'm sure you and Lord Ralles will be company enough for each other , '' she predicted , giving me a flash of her eyes which showed them full of suppressed merriment , even while her face was grave . In spite of her prediction , the moment she was gone Lord Ralles and I pulled apart about as quickly as a yard-engine can split a couple of cars . I moped around for an hour , too unsettled mentally to do anything but smoke , and only waiting for an invitation or for some excuse to go into 218 . About eleven o'clock I obtained the latter in another telegram , and went into the car at once . `` Telegram received , '' I read triumphantly . `` A detail of two companies of the Twelfth Cavalry , under the command of Captain Singer , is ordered to Ash Forks , and will start within an hour , arriving at five o'clock . C. D. OLMSTEAD , Adjutant . ''