one o'clock
The more she thought about it , the more Josephine felt herself to be strikingly complex : she felt that she could not analyse her feelings , she was incomprehensible even to herself . `` Let me think it over a little longer , '' she asked . Dixon rose ceremoniously . `` Dear friend , '' he declared , `` you are at home here , as long as you care to stay , and I hope you will consent to lunch with me at one o'clock . From now till then I shall leave you alone to think at your leisure . '' The old servant , too , having gone off shopping , Josephine remained alone in the place , and after visiting the charming villa from top to bottom strolled delightedly amid the lovely scenery of the park . As she was about to turn into a narrow path , she uttered a loud cry .