about two o'clock in the afternoon
His image traversed constantly her restless slumbers ; the tone of his voice , the blue light of his eyes , the generous look , half love half pity -- the manly protecting smile , the frank , winning laughter -- all these were repeated in the girl 's fond memory . She felt still his arm encircling her , and saw him smiling so grand as he filled up that delicious glass of Champagne . And then she thought of the girls , her friends , who used to sneer at her -- of Emma Baker , who was so proud , forsooth , because she was engaged to a cheesemonger , in a white apron , near Clare Market ; and of Betsy Rodgers , who made such a to-do about _ her _ young man -- an attorney 's clerk , indeed , that went about with a bag ! So that , at about two o'clock in the afternoon -- the Bolton family having concluded , their dinner -LRB- and Mr. B. , who besides his place of porter of the Inn , was in the employ of Messrs. Tressler , the eminent undertakers of the Strand , being absent in the country with the Countess of Estrich 's hearse -RRB- , when a gentleman in a white hat and white trowsers made his appearance under the Inn archway , and stopped at the porter 's wicket , Fanny was not in the least surprised , only delighted , only happy , and blushing beyond all measure . She knew it could be no other than He . She knew He 'd come . There he was : there was His Royal Highness beaming upon her from the gate .