About five
o'clock
She had good reason to suppose that Herbert French would not welcome a visit from her ; he might indeed very easily use his health as an excuse for not seeing her . But she must see him . By mid-day she was already on her way to the Isle of Wight . About five o'clock she arrived at Ventnor , where she deposited maid and luggage . She then drove out alone to St. Damian 's , a village a few miles north , through a radiant evening . The twinkling sea was alive with craft of all sizes , from the great liner leaving its trail of smoke along the horizon , to the white-sailed yachts close upon the land . The woods of the Undercliff sank softly to the blues and purple , the silver streaks and gorgeous shadows of the sea floor .