eleven o’clock
When she went out the sparrows were twittering merrily in joyous choruses . She could not help feeling , as she looked across the lovely park , that life was a joyous thing for those who did not need to worry , and she wished over and over that something might interfere now to preserve for her the comfortable state which she had occupied . She did not want Drouet or his money when she thought of it , nor anything more to do with Hurstwood , but only the content and ease of mind she had experienced , for , after all , she had been happy -- happier , at least , than she was now when confronted by the necessity of making her way alone . When she arrived in the business part it was quite eleven o'clock , and the business had little longer to run . She did not realise this at first , being affected by some of the old distress which was a result of her earlier adventure into this strenuous and exacting quarter . She wandered about , assuring herself that she was making up her mind to look for something , and at the same time feeling that perhaps it was not necessary to be in such haste about it . The thing was difficult to encounter , and she had a few days .