four P.M.
Come to us , brother , and try if you can help us in our trouble . Your affectionate sister , Grace . The second train from Montreal passing through St. Croix on its way to -- somewhere else , was late in the afternoon of the fifth of June . Instead of shrieking into the village depot at four P.M. , it was six when it arrived , and halted about a minute and a half to let the passengers out and take passengers in . Few got in and fewer got out -- a sunburnt old Frenchman , a wizen little Frenchwoman , and their pretty , dark-skinned , black-eyed daughter ; and a young man , who was tall and fair , and good-looking and gentlemanly , and not a Frenchman , judging by his looks . But , although he did not look like one , he could talk like one , and had kept up an animated discussion with pretty dark eyes in capital Canadian French for the last hour . He lifted his hat politely now , with '' _ Bon jour , Mademoiselle _ , '' and walked away through the main street of the village .