nine o'clock
Suddenly she started , and looked at her watch , a wild hope animating her . It was exactly quarter past two . A train left for New York , via the Boston & Albany Railroad , at three o'clock . If she could reach the Columbus avenue station , which was less than fifteen minutes ' walk from Commonwealth avenue , without being missed , she would be in New York by nine o'clock , and safe , for a time at least , from the man she both hated and feared . `` Will you help me ? '' Edith eagerly inquired , turning to her companion , who had regarded her wonderingly while she repudiated the costly gifts which Emil Correlli had showered upon her . `` How can I help you , lady ? ''