ten o'clock
Poor Cornelia ! She was at that moment the most unhappy woman in New York . She had excused the `` ten words '' he might have written yesterday . She had found in the unexpected return of his father and cousin reason sufficient for his neglect ; but it was now past ten o'clock of another day , and there was yet no word from him . Perhaps then he was coming . She sat at her tambour frame listening till all her senses and emotions seemed to have fled to her ear . And the ear has memory , it watches for an accustomed sound , it will not suffer us to forget the voice , the step of those we love .