half past ten
Her life was hers , to do with as she saw fit . He had no business to intrude himself , at this of all times , upon her . Not daring to look in the mirror again , she called Marie to adjust her hat and veil . `` It is half past ten , Marie , '' she announced nervously . `` I -- I think Monsieur Covington must be waiting for us . '' `` Yes , mademoiselle . '' Her ears caught at the word .