nearly half past seven
It was no use her going there ; it was of no use her going anywhere ; the whole wide world was opened , but in it she had no destination , and there was no direction for her to take . As if marooned in the world , she stood desolate , looking from the house of Siegmund over the fields and the hills . Siegmund was gone ; why had he not taken her with him ? The evening was drawing on ; it was nearly half past seven when Helena looked at her watch , remembering Louisa , who would be waiting for her to return to Cornwall . ` I must either go to her , or wire to her . She will be in a fever of suspense , ' said Helena to herself , and straightway she hurried to catch a tramcar to return to the station . She arrived there at a quarter to eight ; there was no train down to Tintagel that night .