ten o'clock
The sun poured through Sabine 's windows high up when she woke , but her heart was heavy as lead . She had not had a single word alone with Henry the night before , and knew the dreaded _ tête-à-tête _ must come . She did not set herself to tell him who her husband was on this particular morning -- about that she must be guided by events -- but she could not make barriers between them , and must allow him to come to her sitting-room . He did , about half-past ten o'clock , his face full of radiance and love . She had always steadfastly refused to take any presents from him , but he had had the most beautiful flowers sent from Paris for her , and they had just arrived . She was taking them out of their box herself . This made a pretext for her to express delighted thanks , and for a little she played her part so well that all Henry 's doubts were set at rest , and he told himself that he had been imaginative and foolish to think that anything was changed in her .