two in the morning
The politicians uttered barely a syllable of politics . The dinner basket was emptied heartily to make way for herb and flower , and at night the expedition homeward was crowned with stars along a road refreshed by mid-day thunder-showers and smelling of the rain in the dust , past meadows keenly scenting , gardens giving out their innermost balm and odour . Late at night they drank tea in Jenny 's own garden . They separated a little after two in the morning , when the faded Western light still lay warm on a bow of sky , and on the level of the East it quickened . Jenny felt sure she should long for that yesterday when she was among foreign scenes , even among high Alps-those mysterious eminences which seemed in her imagination to know of heaven and have the dawn of a new life for her beyond their peaks . Her last words when stepping into the railway carriage were to Beauchamp : ` Will you take care of him ? ' She flung her arms round Dr. Shrapnel 's neck , and gazed at him under troubled eyelids which seemed to be passing in review every vision of possible harm that might come to him during her absence ; and so she continued gazing , and at no one but Dr. Shrapnel until the bend of the line cut him from her sight .