About seven o'clock
A man can love what others love , but a woman wants something or someone to love that is all her own . And she was interested enough in Tris ' return to dress with more than usual care that evening . She felt sure he would come , and she put on her best black gown and did not brush the ripples out of her front hair , but let the tiny tendrils soften the austere gravity of her face and make that slight shadow behind the ears which is so womanly and becoming . About seven o'clock she heard his footsteps on the shingle and the gay whistle to which they timed themselves . Joan went to the door to welcome him . Denas stood up as he entered , and then , meeting his ardent gaze , trembled and flushed and sat down again . He sat down beside her .