eight o'clock
As yet , she could not stir beyond the present , and in the enjoyment of the present was her strength . It was one Wednesday evening in early April , that Waymark found a letter awaiting him , addressed in a hand he at once recognised . `` Will you come and see me ? I am at home after eight o'clock till the end of the week , and all day on Sunday . No distinct pleasure was aroused in Waymark as he read this . As was always the case for hours after he had left Maud 's presence , her face and voice lived with him to the exclusion of every other thought . There was even something of repulsion in the feeling excited by his thus having the memory of Ida brought suddenly before him ; her face came as an unwelcome intruder upon the calm , grave mood which always possessed him on these evenings .