ten o'clock
She climbed up the bank , catching at the grass and twigs , and feeling her tears running hot over the icy wetness of her cheeks . When she reached the top she picked up her coat with numb , shaking hands and , shivering violently , put it on with a passionate desire for warmth . `` I tried ; I _ tried _ , '' she said ; `` but -- I ca n't ! '' It was after ten o'clock that night when Eleanor 's icy fingers fumbled at Mrs. Newbolt 's doorbell . The ring was not heard at first , because her aunt and Edith Houghton and Johnny Bennett were celebrating his departure the next day for South America , by making a Welsh rabbit in a chafing dish before the parlor fire . Mrs. Newbolt , entering into the occasion with voluble reminiscences , was having a very good time . She liked Youth , and she liked Welsh rabbits , and she liked an audience ; and she had all three !