Seven o'clock
She could hear the household astir already -- she could even see Sir Victor , away in the distance , taking his morning walk . How singularly haggard and wan he looked , like anything you please except a happy bridegroom about to marry the lady he loves above all on earth . She watched him with a gravely thoughtful face , until at last he disappeared from view among the trees . Seven o'clock ! Eight o'clock ! Edith 's respite was ended , her solitude invaded at last . There was a tap at the door , and Lady Helena , followed by Miss Darrell 's maid , entered .