ten o'clock
What is to be , will be . I am nothing , if not a fatalist . '' Grace forced herself to smile with her usual brightness , and the two girls entered the house arm in arm , each endeavoring , for the sake of the other to stifle her unhappiness . It was not yet ten o'clock and the lights were still burning in the living room . Gathered about the library table were six girls , deep in conversation . One of them glanced toward the hall at the sound of the opening door . `` Oh , Miss Harlowe , '' she called , `` You are the very person we have been wishing for . ''