eleven o'clock
I would rather think of you nursing your broken heart forever in solitude than that you should put such a blot upon your character and the name of the Carrs . Of course , you were right to divorce George after he forsook you for Florrie -- even his mother tells everybody that you were right -- but the thought of a second marriage would , I know , be intolerable to your refined and sensitive nature . After all , he is still your husband in the sight of God , and I said this to Miss Lizzie Peyton when we were talking of Arthur . It is almost eleven o'clock , and I must stop and undress . Kiss the dear children , and remember me kindly to Miss Polly . Your loving MOTHER . As she refolded the letter Gabriella stood for an instant with her dreaming gaze on the delicate Italian handwriting on the envelope .