eleven in the morning
Alas ! Love wounds as cruelly when he fails , as when he strikes ; and even when Cornelia had outworn thought and feeling , and fallen into a sorrowful sleep , she was conscious of this failure , and her soul sighed all night long `` He might have written ! '' The night so unhappy to Cornelia was very much more unhappy to Hyde . He had sent his letter to her before eleven in the morning , and if Fortune were kind to him , he expected an answer soon after leaving Madame Jacobus . Her departure from New York depressed him very much . She had been the good genius of his love , but he told himself that it had now `` grown to perfection , and could , he hoped , stand in its own strength . '' Restlessly he watched the hours away , now blaming , now excusing , anon dreaming of his coming bliss , then fidgeting and fearing disappointment from being too forward in its demanding .