ten o'clock
His eyes chose the second storey for hers , and picked out two dainty windows as her rooms . He half expected to see the blind suddenly drawn aside and her face , a sleepy flower , bloom through the curtains . He lingered awhile , loving each individual brick of the house with his eyes , and then , kissing his hands to the sleeping windows , he rejoined his cab , which he had left at the street corner , shy of awaking the hushed square with its clatter . He gave Isabel till ten o'clock , which was perhaps hardly enough for a young London lady 's toilette and breakfast , and then called . A pleasant housemaid answered the bell , and told him that Miss Strange was away , and was not expected till to-morrow . Here was a surprise . He had never even thought of that possibility .