about
ten o'clock
How I have trusted you in return it were best for you to remember , and for me to forget . '' * * * * * The dark drew on ; the western star grew distinct and hung flashing over against our hiding ; and still we sat there , hour after hour , silent , angry , waiting for Joan 's return , Delia at the entrance of the den , chin on hand , scanning the heavens and never once turning toward me ; I further inside , with my arms cross 'd , raging against myself and all the world , yet with a sick ` ning dread that Joan would never come back . As the time lagg 'd by , this terror grew and grew . But , as I think , about ten o'clock , I heard steps coming over the turf . I ran out . 'T was Joan herself and leading Molly by the bridle . She walk 'd as if tir 'd , and leaving the mare at the entrance , follow 'd me into the cave .