About ten o'clock
For another hour Christian sat by himself in gloomy thought . At breakfast next morning Marcella announced that she would be from home the whole day ; she might return in time for dinner , but it was uncertain . Her brother asked no questions , but said that he would lunch in town . About ten o'clock a cab was summoned , and Marcella , without leave-taking , drove away . Christian lingered as long as possible over the morning paper , unable to determine how he should waste the weary hours that lay before him . There was no reason for his remaining in London through this brief season of summer glow . Means and leisure were his , he could go whither he would .