five o'clock
`` There 's an ansur wanted , sur , '' Fitts said timidly . `` Oh , say this afternoon at five , Fitts , that will do . '' Evidently , it was not Mr. Rayne 's intention to mention the existence of his nephew yet , to his new comers , for he quietly slipped the little note into his pocket and said no more of it . The day wore on , and at five o'clock Fitts brought around the `` ponies '' to take `` Miss Honor '' for a drive . They had scarcely gone a block away , before Guy Elersley opened the gate leading up to his uncle 's house , and admitted himself . He went into the sitting-room , but it was empty , that is , his uncle was not there , or any other living intruder ; but there arose between him and the gloomy coals , the same sweet face and graceful figure that had kept a ceaseless vigil over his slumber last night . The same sad voice filled the room with its wailing echo , and as he listened again to its appealing pathos , he strode idly towards the little _ étagère _ and took up his little volume from which he had seen her read .