about three o'clock
Neither did she ever forget a woman in shabby mourning who insisted on giving her a packet of somebody 's incomparable milk chocolate . And for hours and hours and hours the trains -LRB- for she had to change twice -RRB- rushed on through the slow-dying autumn evening and night , and part of the next day . Then at last London -- a rush in a hansom to Victoria from Charing Cross , and the familiar little journey homewards . It was about three o'clock when she reached Kingsmead , and raining hard . '' ` Is lordship is -- still alive , my lady , '' Jarvis told her , choking a little , `` but -- pretty bad , my lady . '' Tommy had always laughed at Jarvis ' manner , but Brigit liked it now . The drive seemed endless , but at length there was the lodge , and the carp-pond , and the tennis-court , and -- the beautiful old house , all blurred in the driving rain .